What followed was not graceful and would not have been recognisable as the behaviour of two of the most influential men in the city to anyone observing it from outside. Joel got an arm around Dashiell's shoulders in an instant, and Dashiell tried to remove it, but Joel held on tight, refusing to let go.
Travis, on the other hand, stood completely still at his side of the room, his expression blank.
He was used to this.
This was why Dashiell avoided Joel like the plague.
Joel can be extremely playful for his age and status.
"Let go…"
"You can't have a woman, you belong to me…"
"Get off…"
"I won't allow it…"
"Joel…"
The door opened suddenly, and everything stopped.
Reign stood in the doorway.
She was in a cream blouse and dark trousers, her hair down, her bag clutched in one hand
