Keith was livid with rage as he watched the interaction between Sam and that Wayne with barely repressed fury, fists clenched in tight balls as he pondered whether to land them in that handsome face or not.
Taking a huge swig from his whisky glass, he willed his heart not to respond as that man bent to whisper something in her ears, brushing her cheeks, and he could not look away even if the scene was rendering him sick.
“You look like you’ve just swallowed a whale,” his sister teased whimsically, coming up from behind him, and he flickered a lukewarm gaze in her direction.
“What’s with the Maleficent look?” he asked balefully, referring to her black get-up coupled with too much make-up.
She scoffed mockingly, pushing her hair from her shoulders far from being offended. “This is the
