CHAPTER FIVE
Ian got an uneasy feeling in his gut when he saw Angie and Kristen walk toward Devon, Kayla, and him. There must’ve been the usual long line in the ladies’ room because they were gone an awful long time. Although they were chatting with each other as they approached, there was a pensive air about them.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
As Angie stopped by his side, Kristen sidled up to Devon and put her arm around his waist. He watched both women glance at each other before Angie seemed to find something interesting to stare at on the floor, and his concern grew. What his brother’s fiancée said next made his stomach drop, and he felt the blood drain from his face. “We . . . um . . . had a run-in with Heather in the ladies’ room, and I’m sorry, Ian, but she sort of ran her mouth
