Rafael’s jaw tightens. Something wounded flickers in his gaze and is gone.
Elena watches, amused.
“This is fun,” she says. “I feel like I’ve stumbled into the third act of a very expensive drama.”
“You live in the third act,” Dante mutters.
She just smiles.
Rafael drags his eyes from Dante to me again.
“Can we talk?” he asks quietly. “Later. Somewhere that’s not…here.”
I nod before I can think.
“Sure,” I say. “After this.”
Dante’s attention swings back to me, sharp.
“We have a schedule,” he says.
“We can adjust it,” I say. “Unless your calendar is allergic to me speaking to anyone who doesn’t owe you money.”
Elena laughs into her glass.
Rafael’s mouth quirks, but his eyes stay serious.
“This is exactly what the internet thinks we’re doing,” he says dryly. “Jealous husband. St
