Chapter 88

Maeve’s POV

Before I could find the words to address the tension between us, the meeting forced its way in.

Three men in charcoal suits approached our table, led by a man who oozed manufactured confidence.

His hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail that pulled at the corners of his eyes.

“Señor Garrison, qué placer verte de nuevo,” Roberto said, his voice a smooth baritone as he extended a ha