Chapter 148

Chapter 148:

“Mr. Flynn.” Her voice was measured. “A toast—to your generosity… and all that you’ve done.”

Eric’s gaze flicked from her face to the glass she offered, lingering just a moment too long.

Then, a sneer danced at the corners of his lips.

He reached out, inhaling deeply as he took the glass, closing his eyes and savoring a sip of the wine.

“‘A ’72 Chianti,” he said, a hint of irony lacing his tone. “You’ve got taste.”

“Well…” Lennon trailed off before adding, “Hadley picked it herself—sharp instincts, don’t you think?”