Evan lowered his gaze, letting his eyes brush over me with a silent, tender question as he pressed the phone back into my palm.
I took it, my voice as smooth and detached as if I were making small talk with a stranger. "Coby, my assistant will send you the wedding invitation. You and Elaine are both welcome to come."
"Have you lost your mind?" His voice cracked, trembling on the edge. "You barely know Evan! Do you even understand what kind of man he is? You're just going to toss yourself into marriage like it's nothing?"
A laugh nearly escaped me.
How long have I known him?
I'd known Evan for twenty-eight years, and Coby for a measly eight. Who was the reckless one here?
"He's my childhood friend, our families go way back." I paused. "I met him twenty years before I ever knew y
