Chapter 297

• “Sorry. I’ve been drinking.” His voice was hoarse and lazy, smooth as velvet, like a current buzzing straight into Zayla Steele’s ears.
• “You said you were working late, didn’t you?” Zay challenged him.
• “Yeah. I was out schmoozing, talking over a few contracts.” If he wanted to plant his feet in Altaford’s business world and climb step by step, it was brutal. Altaford was pretty much carved up by the old man of the Latham family, with a slice in Joaquin Latham’s hands too. Trying to pry a cut of meat off them was damn near impossible.