Donovan Donovan's gaze landed on empty air.
Then he heard a coolly sarcastic voice remark, "Relax. She's not here."
Donovan Donovan smiled.
'That makes sense,' he thought. 'Zane Hawthorne treasures her so much, there's no way he'd bring her here.'
But...
He took a step forward, a wide grin on his face as he looked at Zane Hawthorne and said softly, "It's fine. You'd better keep watching her that closely."
"Don't give me an opening."
"Or else..."
"You'll be the one crying then."
Having made his point, Donovan Donovan clinked his glass against Zane's again and turned to leave with a flourish.
Mr. Vance sucked in a breath. Even he was furious, to say nothing of Zane Hawthorne.
"He's doing it on purpose to provoke you. You can't let him get to you..."
"I'm not angry." Contrary to what Mr. Vance expected, Zane Hawthorne's expression was calm. His eyes, in particular, remained like a pool of stagnant water.
Mr. Vance stared at him in disbelief.
