ROOSEVELT’S POV

"You haven't touched your wine, Roosevelt."

I blinked, pulling my gaze from the flickering candle on the table. I looked across the white tablecloth at Mateo. He was smiling, looking quite handsome in his tailored suit, but his eyes were focused on me.

"I'm sorry, Mateo," I said, forcing a polite smile. "I’m just pacing myself, It has been a very long week."

"You are a million miles away," Mateo chuckled softly, leaning forward. "Is it the new boss? King? He seems intense."

"Zyran King is many things," I said, my voice tightening. "But I really don’t want to talk about him tonight."

"That might be hard," Mateo...