The thought is tempting. This is the man who has seen Stefan at his best and worst, who knows his secrets, his past.
“You say you’ve known him for many years,” I venture carefully. “Did he always have… all this?” I gesture vaguely at the immaculate kitchen straight out of Architecture Digest. “Has he always been so…”
So intoxicating? Mysterious? Able to get a woman down to her panties with one well-timed smirk?
“Filthy rich?” Taras finishes, proving that he is not at all on the same page as me. “Yes and no. His parents had money when he was born, but he earned his place.”
I snort. “Spoken like a true nepo baby’s BFF.”
Something in his eyes hardens. There’s no doubting Taras’s loyalty, that’s for sure. “You don’t know what he’s been through—what he’s done—to get here. Don’t pretend you
