Elena’s POV
The woman introduced herself as Sharon—elegant, dripping in designer silk, and carrying the smugness of someone who knew she was untouchable. An investor, apparently. At least, that’s what Ken announced with a grin, though his eyes danced like he already knew where this was headed.
Investor, my foot. She looked more interested in Dax than in stock returns. The way she leaned into him, her hand brushing his arm as she laughed a little too loudly—it didn’t take a genius to see where her investments were going.
Halfway through her little monologue about “developing the resort brand,” Ken’s phone buzzed. He checked the screen, and his expression lit like fireworks.
“My wife’s here,” he announced, standing so fast his chair screeched.
Dax smirked, sipping his whiske
