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 ...