Chapter 9

After Pilar wrote down all the details, Gray asked to use the bathroom, sharing, “I really have to take a piss.”

Pilar pointed down the hall and said, “The door is on the left.”

Within seconds after Gray disappeared behind the men’s room door, Pilar turned to me, her hands on her curvy hips, and said matter-of-factly, “I’m not the only person after your husband-to-be, darling.”

Her comment threw me and I looked at her, her head tilted and her eyebrows raised like a soap-opera character. Then I asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you mean who am I talking about?” She got out three white cardboard boxes for us to take the rest of the samples home in, and she fussed over packing them up, pretending to ignore me

“Tell me,” I insisted, intrigued by her comments. “Who’s interested in Gray?”