Fawn’s POV
"Blake," I said softly, my heart hammering in my chest. I hadn't expected him to show up, though I should have realized he would. "This isn't—"
"Don't talk. I don't want to hear it," he cut me off, his voice deadly quiet. He turned to Richard. "Jones."
The tension between the two men crackled like electricity. Richard straightened, attempting to recover his composure. Was it me, or did he try to look taller? Was he competing with Blake in that as well? There were three inches' difference in their height, but didn't Richard realize that it wasn't just Blake's height that made him imposing—it was the man himself?
"Huntington," he said, false friendliness dripping from his voice. "Your wife and I were just having dinner."
"Were you." It wasn't a question. Blake's gaze never le
