Lark was listening to Heriberto as he regaled them with stories of things, he’d caught Ollie and Santiago engaging in when they were a couple a few years ago and Lark couldn’t help but laughing at his storytelling.
Max was on his second drink and growing more despondent with each sip. When he spoke, she knew it was going to be something antagonistic and he didn’t disappoint.
“I want to know,” he tilted his glass at Heriberto, “how it is you know so much about what goes on in my family’s business. For example, who stays in my father’s hotel? You’re acting all charming and cordial, as you called it, but I don’t find it all very friendly for you to have inside information.”
“Do you know who is in the penthouse?” Heriberto held Max’s gaze. “I’m going to guess no because you do not work with
