YARA SINCARA

“Sounds to me like you want him.”

“No I don’t!” I said defensively, my voice getting unnecessarily high-pitched. “I don’t.”

“It doesn’t matter how many times you say it.” She smirked evilly. “We both know you WANT him.”

“I don’t WANT him!” My voice rose again.

What madness had pushed me to tell Billy about my encounter with Will at the café and later at the clinic as Dr. Kovac?

“Was he good-looking?” She asked tossing a fluffy chip into her mouth from the bag in her almost flawless hands.

“Well. He wasn’t bad.” I said casually but my eyes betrayed me.

Who am I kidding? He’s magnificent....