“What I don’t understand is…” Anton’s forehead creased; drinking the whiskey like water and giving the glass to Selena.
“Is...” Selena raised her brows, glancing at Cassie like she was asking for consent, but her cousin was busy making a silent war with Nathan.
The two were in a different world, glowering at each other. Selena cleared her throat and smiled as she refilled the glass—all four glasses.
“Why do you have to walk down the aisle?” Anton continued, but his eyes were on Cassie. “Chloe must have her reason for running away.” He sighed, turning his head to Nathan. “What makes you special for my wife to muster that courage and meet you at the altar?”
Selena gave him the glass and then raised her hand. “Call me! Call me. I know the answer,” she muttered excitedly.
Nathan took
