Carson looked genuinely intrigued. "How do we play?"
Maeve crooked a finger at Corbin, motioning him over. Corbin obligingly leaned in.
After Maeve whispered the details, his brows lifted. "That's it?"
Maeve smiled. "Is it doable?"
Corbin burst out laughing. "Why wouldn't it be? Wait here—I'll have everything set up."
While they waited, Maeve went to the restroom.
When she came back out, she saw Landon standing off to the side with a cigarette between his lips.
Their eyes met, and Maeve caught the hint of something nasty in his smile.
Landon crushed the cigarette out and walked toward her, slow and deliberate. "Got a minute? Let's talk."
Noticing there were no other guests nearby, Maeve already knew what game he was trying to play.
"What would Mr. Hart like to talk about?"
Landon didn't bother easing into it. "You and Andres."
"I'm curious—what exactly did you do to latch onto Andres White?"
"Last time I saw you at the Imperial, you were there with Quinn Hayes."
Maeve tilted her head, making his implication explicit. "So what you're saying is… I juggle men. I get around."
With no one around to hear him, Landon dropped the civility. "Andres is my best friend. I'm not going to tolerate a manipulative woman pulling cheap tricks on him."
Maeve almost laughed. "You can say that with a straight face?"
Landon raised a brow. "Why wouldn't I?"
Maeve leaned in and murmured near his ear, soft as silk. "That charity auction on the yacht—how did Lincoln get on board?"
"Maybe other people don't know," she said. "But I do."
Color drained from Landon's face.
"You're implying I had something to do with that?"

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