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 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 help but smile. Despite that dark and mysterious persona and the intense look in his eyes, he seemed to be a good person.
“Enough of me. What about you? You’re not married. Is there someone special?”