Dylan chewed the inside of his jaw as he gripped the sides of the chair. What the hell was Zeke’s problem? The thirty-minute staring session was old. Zeke hadn’t bothered to watch the cake cutting, but the instant Heaven stood to give her maid-of-honor speech, Dylan fought against the urge to rush over and pummel him.
She wasn’t a trophy Zeke could add to his collection. Did he think he had a chance with her? Not as long as Dylan was alive. Unless Heaven was interested in Zeke…
He gave her a sideways glance.
Okay, so she acknowledged the arrogant asshole, but the way she kept folding and refolding her napkin, and the way her brows caught above her cute little nose…nope. She wasn’t interested.
Finally, Zeke gave up and focused on his date.
Dylan flinched when a violin hummed to life. H
