“He hates me.” Heaven released a breath as she glanced toward Dylan for the millionth time.
Okay, it was only the fifth time. Regardless of how often she’d checked, he never looked at her. Layne and Scott occupied his attention. His face remained as stern as the last time she’d seen him at the reception.
“Who hates you? Dylan?” Hope asked as she hopped onto another bar stool.
Had she said that out loud?
Hope gave her drink order to the short, stocky bartender, while handing Heaven a shot of tequila. So much for drinking the k******e sweating on the bar.
Whatever. She wanted to get drunk.
Hope toasted Heaven before they tossed back the shots. God, did it burn.
She enjoyed the heat in her cheeks when Hope turned to her. “What makes you think Dylan hates you?”
Heaven noticed her dim r
