Lorenzo takes a seat on the empty barstool next to mine and casually wraps his arm around the back of my chair like we do this all the time—a move Julian takes note of immediately. Before anyone can comment on it, Lorenzo states, “Rafa came to me for help, and I delivered, so that’s all that matters.” “Couldn’t you have helped him for free?” I ask, somewhat snippy. “That would require a conscience, and Lorenzo was born without one.” Julian smirks. “I’m sure Lily would disagree with you.” Lorenzo turns to hit me with an incriminating smile. “Especially after what happened the other night?” He
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