Chapter 72. A Little Bit Of a Housewife’s Drama

Maverick POV

What the hell is she doing here?

It was too late to hide as she saw me first. Aurelia smiled—a billion-dollar smile. She was an heiress to an e-commerce mogul. Not as rich as Lake, but yeah, her family was.

“Hi. What can I get you?”

She slid into the stool and tapped her well-manicured fingers on the counter. I bet her mani-pedi was worth my two weeks’ income in the bar. She asked as she looked around. “What do you have?”

The bar wasn’t crowded until the next day, but the tables were almost complete.

I prepared Vodka, lime, and soda for two. Dallas, can you cover me for a few minutes?”

He nodded. “Sure. Take your time. It’s not that busy.”

“Thanks.” I removed my apron and left the counter with the drinks I made. “Let’s go find a table.”

I did precisely what Lake told me not to. Homer would report to him anyway, and he was sitting at the corner.

We found an empty spot three tables away from Home