I think about what June just said, about love being blind. It has the sting of truth to it. The kind of truth you don’t want to hear.
“You okay?” Milana asks pointedly.
She snorts. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Give Sara a call and get her to come down here. June needs another examination and I’m not inclined to leave the hotel so soon.”
Milana nods. “Consider it done. How’s the gazebo coming?”
“It’s been a while since you worked on it.”
“The next one will be real,” she hisses with sizzling determination. I frown, and she immediately backtracks. “I’m sorry. That was probably a stupid thing to say to you.”
I shake my head. “It’s not that.”
She sighs. “Let me guess: she doesn’t want you to kill him?”
“She begged me not to. And…”
One of Milana’s eyebrows nearly flies off her forehead.
