Chapter 32

“What Matteo seems to realize,” Sander was saying, “and you don’t, is that this is my money to invest.”

“So now we’re not partners,” said Davis, sounding like a whining child. He was in his early twenties, if Kiko remembered correctly. Sander let out a laugh.

“So now we are? I believe that was your fourth time breaking up with me. Or was it your fifth?”

“I was drunk that night. You push all my buttons. I—”

Sander caught sight of Kiko and Dom crossing the street and immediately perked up. The first thing he did was smile; the second was interrupt Davis.

“Enrique and Dominic, what a surprise,” he said. “I would have never expected to run into you someplace like this.”

Davis looked up and sneered. With a hand he brushed away the hair hanging over his eyes, and he leaned into Sander when the chef put his arm around him. Acting. Their relationship clearly was terrible at best. Kiko smiled in return as he and Dom made their way up the driveway.