Layne fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, dreading the thought of fastening the top one. He found it difficult enough to breathe without the added frustration of a dress shirt or tie. The more he thought about Heaven, the more his chest constricted.
Feeling the weight of a heavy gaze, he surveyed the room, finding the guilty culprit. Heaven’s father. He stood beside Dylan, pulling the bottom of his tie as he adjusted the knot.
The crease in his forehead only added another level of awkwardness to his staring. No matter how many times he chatted with Dylan, his attention kept returning to Layne.
He offered what Layne presumed was a forced smile before focusing back on Dylan.
“Are you all set?”
“Yes, sir.” Dylan buttoned the cuff of his shirt.
Nicholas leaned closer, as if he didn’t
