I tip my chin down and scan the paperwork to drive my mind to something non-Alexi.

‘‘Only fifteen?’’ I query, confused by the drop in booked rooms tonight when the club has been packed full since opening. One thing which will always take precedence over my fragile emotions, over him—the running of MY club. It’s my baby, and I dislike it when someone else changes something to make it run differently from how I do it. I created this place, tweaked it and caressed it ...