“So, is it just Ava you enjoy f*****g or people’s wives in general?”
Xander sat across from Ava and Tristan, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking far too calm for a man who’d invited his wife’s lover to dinner. His smile was too easy, his tone smooth.
He didn’t wait for Tristan’s response as his stunned gaze gave him all the reaction he needed.
“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.
Ava forced a smile, the stem of her glass slippery between her fingers. “To… honesty.”
Tristan’s smirk was faint but knowing. He clinked his glass against hers, eyes never leaving her face.
The wine bar was too perfect. Dim amber lights, low music, the hum of laughter from other tables— all of it designed to make people lower their guard.
“Nice place,” Tristan said, adjusting his cuff as the wa
