"Intriguing."
Dylan locked eyes with him, striking while the iron was hot. "Problem? Or is Mr. Vaughn all talk—too scared to act?"
"Spare the theatrics." Heath's sharp gaze swept over him, voice unwavering. "Since you're so eager for truth, I'll show you firsthand."
Fair competition? As if. Heath had closed deals more complex than this. But fighting for the woman he loved? He'd fight tooth and nail.
Kiera couldn't possibly feel nothing for him—no matter what she claimed.
When the men returned, Kiera eyed their tense expressions. "What took you so long?" she demanded.
Dylan's frustration had melted into his usual warm smile. "Just catching up about Dresland."
Kiera's narrowed eyes screamed skepticism, but she turned to Heath instead. "Mr. Vaughn, I expect to be consulted before givin
