Salome’s POV
“She is actually close with Aunt Hana, so our history is a little more colorful than you might think,” Duke said, leaning back and dropping his napkin onto the table. He looked at me with a sharp, knowing glint in his eyes. “Do you want the real story, Salome?”
I looked at Jeremiah for a second before turning back to Duke. I nodded. I wanted to know what kind of mess I had stepped into.
“A long time ago, my father had a brother named Stanley Cater,” Duke began. He picked up his glass but did not drink yet. “Stanley was impulsive. He was the kind of man who acted before he thought. He fell hard for a woman named Hana. According to him, she was beautiful and ambitious. In reality, she was just ruthless.”
I watched Duke’s face. The charm he had used earlier was gone. He looke
