“I’m sorry, I missed that. Take this food, where?

It was Raleigh’s turn to smirk. “To Vin, little birdie.”

Callie ignored the nickname because one look at the two scheming devils told Callie that they were having too much fun to change their minds.

Crap.

“Okay,” the singer eventually accepted. “Which one is his?” she asked, gesturing to the row of private rooms where she and Ella came from.

The boxer chuckled, exchanging looks with Ella. “No, you have to take it up to Vin’s private quarters—the penthouse.”

Callie nodded slowly, working her head around the fact that Vin had a penthouse in this place. “T-The penthouse is Vin’s private…”...