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Fabian’s breath quickened. This could be just the breakthrough he was looking for. But the warning rang in his ears, alone. No way in hell did he want to fall victim to such traps. And especially not when Martinez was involved.

He considered his choices, the weight of the dilemma sinking deep within him. But time was not on his side. He could not afford to let fear guide his mind. Breathing deeply, he was able to type out, “I’ll be there.”

The moment the elevator doors closed, he steeled himself for the challenge ahead. This night might be a turning point.

Fabian exited the café, the atmosphere tense, and saw Delia half leaning on the car, a playful grin etched on her face.

“Why did you message me in the first place?” he barked, urgency injected in his voice.

Delia simply asked, “You ought to marry Tasha.” This is so pardoning. Even Loretta should be thanked for that.

“Loretta’s gone!” Fabian shot back, a tempest brewing inside him. “How can you even say that?”

Delia just looked at hi