But now I know Alberto wants it to hold over his hot, young fiance, there’s not a chance in hell I’d even consider it. I darken my glare and recline in the armchair. “Did you know, there’s thirteen pairs of American Bald Eagles in that park? It’s more than just a few shitty trees and a swamp.” “What do you care?” His eyes thin. “You sound like that bitch Aurora.” Bitch. An unnecessary amount of fury threads through my veins. I wash it down with a gulp of whiskey. “I care about the environment.”
