"All right, enough," I mutter, rubbing my temples. The weight of these incessant conversations is starting to weigh down on me. All I seem to do these days is try to convince people that I'm trying to take my life on a different course.
Killian looks at me, his teasing smirk fading to a more serious expression. "JP, we're in your corner. Rehab, yoga, f*****g crystal healing, you name it. But let's not forget the backbone of Quinn & Wolfe: nightlife, luxury hotels, and casinos. Not Eat Pray Love retreats."
"We had a deal," I remind him, annoyance creeping into my voice. "We test one. I can make it profitable."
"Look, JP," Connor says, voice uncharacteristically gentle, "I get you're passionate about this, but don't let emotion cloud your judgment here. You know that's dangerous."
And I
