“Whitaker.”
He looked from me to Atticus. “Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to this beautiful morsel on your arm?”
Atticus gave a tight smile. “Ophelia, this is my old friend, Whitaker James. Whitaker, my fiancée, Ophelia.”
“Ophelia, what a lovely name,” he said as he reached for my hand. He drew it up and placed a kiss to the back of my hand. “Pleasure.”
Atticus’s fingers flexed and his jaw clenched as he glared at his friend. He did use that word, but the look of fury on his face told a different story.
“No date tonight?”
He glanced my way before meeting Atticus’s gaze. “I was thinking of picking up something tasty tonight.”
“Hmph. Well, we wouldn’t want to hinder your search. If you will excuse us, I need to speak to Rhys.”
Whitaker nodded and smiled, and I shuddered as he
