Maya didn’t remember how the meeting with Mr. D ended.
One moment she was sitting at the coastal restaurant, palms sweating as he questioned her credibility.
The next, she was being ushered back into the black sedan, her mind spinning so fast she barely noticed the scenery passing by.
By the time the car stopped in front of Solace, her stomach was in knots.
She stepped out, smoothing her dress, trying to steady her breathing. She needed to talk to Sebastian. She needed to fix this before Mr. D arranged that meeting with the “old investors” she’d never met.
But before she could reach the door, she saw someone crossing the street.
Rylee Scott.
Maya froze.
Rylee was carrying a tote bag, hair tied in a loose ponytail, wearing simple clothes — jeans, a soft sweater, sneakers. She looked
