Chapter 69

SLOANE

“Fifty.”

How was that for you, husband?

I flash Zane a smile so tight it could slice diamonds.

He pinches the bridge of his nose like I’m a migraine in heels, shaking his head slowly as if I—not the idiot trying to outbid me—am the problem here.

Zane thinks he’s the puppet master here.

He has no idea I’m holding the strings tonight—and enjoying every second of his frustration.

Honestly, if