Page 128 of The Rebel Billionaire

“Are we good?” I ask.

She smiles. “Yes, we’re good.”

She turns and leaves before I can say anything else.

ME:

Who’s up for dinner?

DANTE:

It’s Dry January.

Dante, having got a little worse for wear on New Year’s Eve, ended up sleeping in the pool house.

ME:

I’m not talking about drinking. I’m saying dinner.

LEO:

Is this an SMS?

ORLANDO:

A message?

LEO:

No, doofus, Save My Soul.

ORLANDO:

Oh. Whose soul are we saving?

DANTE:

Our friend Alessandro. He split up with Aubrey.

LEO:

Wasn’t that at Christmas? Has he decided he’s heartbroken?

ME:

I’m right here on the chat!

LEO:

Are you suddenly heartbroken now?

ME:

No, it was long overdue.

I admit it, then run a hand down my face. Oh, hell, why did I think these reprobates were going to be able to help me?

LEO: