Mi Amor
My cell phone rang, but I didn’t recognize the number. “Adam Beller, Beller Beach,” I said. I’d chosen Beller Beach as the name for my business -- but I might have to rethink that, if I was going national.
“Mi amor. I’m thinking of you.” A voice purred, low and sensual. It sent shivers through my body, right to my groin.
I turned to Jean-Jacques and pointed wildly at the phone. He grabbed my arm and listened in. “Hey there, handsome,” I said.