“Who are you, her accountant?” one of his friends asked and they dissolved into laughter.
The guy stopped laughing when he realized I was giving him my most intimidating glare. The one I used when clients tried to swindle Rhodes Construction out of paying. My no f*****g way look.
“I’m her fiancé.” My voice was gritty.
Hawaiian shirt guy’s eyebrows rose. “For real, bro?”
“For real.” I climbed the stairs without another word and opened Avery’s front door.
“Honey, I’m home,” I called as I stepped inside. My pulse picked up as I had climbed the stairs. Maybe I was nervous about prom, which was stupid because it was a dance for teenagers, what did I have to be nervous about?
“I’m almost ready, be out in a second.” Her voice came from another room.
I wandered further into the little apart
