Max’s POV

“I hate it when you’re pacing around...” Taylor began, “And can we do something about your dingy apartment? Do we really have to meet here?”

I stopped in my tracks, “I’m sorry, Taylor Simmons, I can’t afford pricey hotels for us to stop for a chat. When I was with Ivy, she had no problem handling that...”

“Oh, no! That’s not gonna be me, honey. That kind of foolishness is Ivy’s forte, not mine,” she replied. “If you really want us to continue meeting, you’ve got to do better about our meeting place. That is, if you still want to win her over.”

“Well, I don’t know how...