Amelia
Tyler
He was one of the bartenders I used to work with, dressed in a sleek black uniform, carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres. His brows furrowed in confusion, his gaze flickering between me and Ethan.
For a second, I couldn’t move. This was the last person I expected to see tonight.
Ethan must have noticed the shift in my body language because he subtly stepped closer.
“Tyler,” I finally managed. “I—what are you doing here?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Working. What about you?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Ethan, however, didn’t miss a beat. He extended a hand toward Tyler, his expression calm. “I’m Ethan Sinclair. Amelia’s husband.”
Tyler blinked like he hadn’t heard him correctly. He hesitated before shaking Ethan’s hand. “Right. Husband.” His eyes flickered back t
