“You’ve got to be kidding,” Brenda said, her mouth forming a perfect circle. “Are you saying Ivan Carlos came to your shop today, after three years?”
I nodded, still trying to process it myself. “Yes, Brenda, and now he knows about Kelly. He even asked me if I was married.”
Brenda shifted on the couch, settling into a more comfortable position, her eyes wide with intrigue. “What a coincidence! I knew if Ivan loved you, he wouldn’t just let you go.”
I rolled my eyes at her comment. “Brenda, this isn’t some romantic reunion. This is far more complicated than that. I don’t want Ivan anywhere near Kelly or me.”
“Why?” Brenda’s tone shifted, her expression serious as she studied me, making me feel the weight of my decision.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “There’s so much you don’t know, Bre
