“I worry for him.” He looked at me then, his gaze piercing. “I worry that he has too much on his plate. And seeing him in there just now, I can see how happy he is. Maybe he was never cut out for the hotel industry. Maybe I knew that all along. Seeing how invested he is in his business . . . It was the right decision for him.” “Yes, it was.” Then that fucker looked me right in the eye. “That’s why I’m asking you to walk away.”
