chapter 7

Rachel

"Are you even listening to me?"

I blinked and switched the phone to my other ear. "Yeah, sorry. I spaced out for a few seconds there. What were you saying?"

Taylor exhaled. "You've been doing that a lot lately. Still thinking about the financier?"

"No," I replied a little too quickly. "I've just had to pick up a few extra shifts at the restaurant, and Ander has been on my case lately."

Since the night I met Bernard, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. Unfortunately, between the extra shifts I was having to work at La Mesa under the watchful and judgmental gaze of Ander, who was still carrying a grudge over the wineglass-breaking incident and waking up alone in my bed every day, I hadn't been able to do much about it.

Bernard and our night together were never far from my thoughts.

Unfortunately, he'd made it pretty clear that I meant nothing to him by sneaking off in the middle of the night without even a note to tell me where he went.

Waking up in the hotel room in