“Preston said you own this hotel?” Kendra’s bright cornflower-blue eyes shimmer with interest on Henry. She’s gorgeous. I can see why she caught the finance tycoon’s interest. “Did he now?” Henry smirks at his friend. “He’s being modest on my behalf. I own all Wolf hotels.” Preston’s head tips back with his booming laughter. “Now who’s the arrogant prick?” “Still you. Always you.” Henry slaps Preston’s back.
