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“So, now what?” Ford asked. “Do you carry on like the conversation with Walter never happened? Do you put things on pause with Jo—”

“Fuck no. There’s no pause,” I said, cutting him off. “Jo Spade is mine. I came clean. I did the right thing. If he doesn’t want to work with me anymore, that’s on him. But it’s not going to affect my relationship with his daughter.”

“Says the dude who was never going to fall in love,” Ford joked.

I flipped him off at the same time my phone vibrated, and I lifted it out of my pocket, staring at the screen.

“Jesus …” I groaned. “Speak of the goddamn devil.”

Walter: Let’s talk. Meet me in the bar of my hotel.

“Walter?” Dominick asked. “What did he say?”

I glanced up from my phone. “He wants to meet up at his hotel.”

Dominick came back with, “Don’t burn the place down, please. It’s my favorite spot in LA.”

I looked at my brother. “Is it?”

“That’s where I met Kendall.”

“Oh shit, that’s right,” I replied. The grand opening was the night he had met his girl on