After seeing off his parents and daughter, he and Dayna made their way down to the pub. As they stepped inside, his attention was inevitably pulled to Connor. Easy to do, as his mate was the man of the hour. He juggled multiple drinks in his hand as he conversed with other patrons. Hamish recognized one as whisky, which would, he knew, be for Afton.
His gaze automatically searched her out, seeking that pale flash of blonde hair. Despite the fact that she stood in shadow, he found her almost immediately, his gaze drawn to her like a magnet. She held herself a little apart from festivities, somehow seeming to hide in plain sight from those around her, as she often did. But not from him. Never from him. A fact Hamish chose not to analyze.
To anyone else, she’d look composed, if a little dis
