Chapter 119

“You liked Elena,” Johanna told me, finally.

I closed my eyes for a moment. I was the one who reached out to turn off the recorder.

I was sweating like in my memories, although not for the same reason.

I sniffed the air very carefully, but the delicious smell of the meat cooking in the sauce did not allow me to pick up any sign of it. I moaned softly. She seemed upset. Johanna had her little moments of jealousy and I found her sexy most of the time (I could erase that frown with a kiss or a slightly more forceful display of affection), but we weren’t talking about sexy jealousy that time.

It didn’t seem like she was jealous either.

“No, the most primitive part of my brain was attracted to her because she was the closest thing to Anya, but the rest of me wanted to run away when she was around her,” I explained, although for her it would be a poor excuse and I knew it. During those months I went and came back from one side of the line to the other many ti