Abigail’s POV

Max’s question lingered in the air, his voice tight and unconvincing. “So, how did you end up having dinner with Charles?” His eyes held a familiar look—suspicious but masked with a thin veneer of casualness.

I took a deep breath, determined not to let his probing get under my skin. “Charles is a partner in our company, Max. He helped me resolve a rather complicated situation, so I offered to take him to dinner. That’s ...