“You are a real piece of work,” Tina snapped, glowering at Dylan. “Why are you protecting him like this?”
“I’m his attorney, and also his friend,” Dylan said. “You knew the rules and agreed to play the game. Why are you now trying to flip the table?”
Behind them, Mr. Hatfield must have said something, because a wave of ‘yes, sir’ ‘couldn’t have said it better myself, sir’ echoes through the group around him.
“Perhaps we should find somewhere more private to talk. Let me buy you a drink at the bar,” Dylan offered.
Tina tried once more to step around Dylan, but he blocked her again.
“You are going to watch me like a hawk for the rest of the night, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” Dylan said, seeing no reason to hide it. As far as he was concerned, Tina was not going to have the chance t
