MAVERICK

“So who’s the lucky guy? That’s one big rock.” Terzo was a handsome man. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, so I guessed he was single, but the way he said it, he was more curious than flirting with me.

“I’m lucky, too. His name is Lake.” I sipped my coffee while he had an espresso.

“He must be rolling in it.” A smile nudged at his lips.

“I guess you could say that. He came from both wealthy families, but he works hard.”

“That’s good, and he should treat you well. You deserve a good man who treats you like a queen.” His words seemed genuine.

I couldn’t...