Maeve was about to utter the name when Jasper Jett returned, cutting her off. "Andres, you're here."
Andres gestured toward the bartender with his chin. "Maeve said his eyes reminded her of someone."
"Maeve has always had high standards. If she calls someone good-looking, it means that person is important to her," Jasper smoothed things over with a smile. "She's drunk."
Andres was smart enough to know Jasper was dodging the topic. Without a second thought, he swept the heavily intoxicated Maeve into his arms right in front of him. "You know she can't hold her liquor. You shouldn't have let her drink this much." His voice was steady, but the reprimand in his tone was unmistakable.
Jasper didn't try to hide anything. "Maeve has been in a bad mood lately. I invited her out for a few drinks to let off some steam."
Thinking back to how ruthlessly Maeve had dealt with Donovan Yarrow not too long ago, Andres could guess the gist of it. Shooting a warning glare at the bewildered bartender, Andres left him with a cold order: "Make sure there isn't a next time."
With that, he carried Maeve out. Trailing right behind them was his imposing entourage of bodyguards, none of whom looked like someone to be crossed.
It wasn't until Andres's figure disappeared from sight that the bartender finally found his voice. "Boss, who exactly was that guy?" He had almost thought he'd gotten lucky tonight, only to have the beautiful woman snatched away right in front of him.
Jasper shot him a warning look. "Don't ask, and don't go digging. That is someone you can never afford to cross."

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