The moment I got in my car, I knew I needed to call the tribe. I could imagine what my best friend, Eva, would say about Xavier’s invitation and my acceptance of it. Still, she was the first person I called. “Eva Rice,” she said when she answered the phone. “What’s up, E?” “Pilar Brooks, what’s going on?” “Do you have plans this weekend?” “Umm, a stack of manuscripts to edit, but nothing fun and exciting, why?” Sighing, I steeled myself to hear my friend tell me how crazy I am. “I’m going to a wedding reception and I need you to go with me.” “Who’s getting married?” Eva asked. “Xavier.” “Hold on,” she said. In the background, a door slammed. This is it, she’s about to let me have it. “You mean Xavier Brooks, my goddaughter’s father and your ex husband is going to get married and you’re going to the reception? Have you fell and bumped your crazy head?” Eva snapped. “And you want me to go for what reason? Xavier and I have never gotten along.” “If you don’t go, them I’m not going to have...