“So,” she said. “Tell me about Greg Stoneham.” “He’s great,” said Haven. Elisa narrowed her eyes. Haven held up for a moment under her scrutiny, then wilted and sighed. She’d been looking forward to this girls’ night, but also dreading it. Since Wednesday evening she’d been able to think of nothing but Mark’s mouth on hers and his hand in her panties. If there was anyone on Earth capable of reading her mind, it was Elisa. “Let me guess. He seems like a great guy, but there’s no spark.” Haven bowed her head, guilty as charged. “Am I that predictable?” “You’re pretty predictable.” “I told him I’d go out with him again.” “That was open-minded of you.” “You told me I wasn’t allowed to reject them after one date if I couldn’t explain why they weren’t right.
