A sleepy smile stretched across her face as she grabbed the phone. “Eva, you have two minutes.” “I only need one. I’m sorry. I don’t know where things went wrong, but I’m really, truly sorry.” What? She and Lucas planned to spend the rest of the morning in bed—talking. Today was the day. After he hadn’t balked at the drugs last night, she was ready to tell him about Marco and the playground, ready to tell him everything. Mercedes needed to end the call as quickly as possible. They’d preordered breakfast last night, and champagne, chocolate covered strawberries and French toast were probably already on their way. With thoughts of an end to secrets and an entire morning wrapped in his arms, she gave a happy sigh and said, “You’re forgiven but what are you talking about?” “The plan.” Eva paused like that would be enough to explain her agitation. “Kelsey went out to the property yesterday only to find a Sold sign plastered on the fence.
