Naomi
Erik must believe that I am a fool. Did he truly think that I was going to believe that he came to Chasea to fall in love with me? Did he expect me to believe that he had a ‘crush’ on me? Clearly, the man was in way over his head. He was lying to me. There was something he wasn’t telling me, and I would find out. Erik was being extremely sweet and charming, which wasn’t unusual, it was still strange. He hadn’t been this way during our marriage. He had always been talking about work. Work. Work. Work. And more work. It was strange to see him eating food and enjoying it. It was strange to see him come to life as he learned about wine making and wine tasting. It was strange to see him in my shop, looking and smelling my arrangements.
“Your ex-husband is hot as f**k,” Mandy whispered.
