My stomach tightens.
Because I know where this is going.
Sophie knows too. She glances at me.
“Don’t look at me like that, rich girl.”
Legend’s gaze lands on me.
Hell.
Amelia looks between us. “What?”
Whiskey sets his pen down. “Derby already started it.”
“I didn’t start anything,” I say.
Oaks laughs. “Brother, you announced yourself as the man she came to in front of God, the club, and her husband.”
“He asked.”
Royal smiles. “A tragic ambush. How could you resist?”
I point at him. “You can shut up in poetry or regular. Dealer’s choice.”
Amelia stands again. “I don’t understand.”
Sophie’s voice is gentle. “Jeremy respects male possession more than female choice.”
The words hit Amelia hard.
Her mouth tightens because she knows it’s true.
Sophie continues. “He may not believe you left because you wanted to. But if he believes you left for another man, especially a man he can’t intimidate, he will react differently.”
“Worse,” Amelia says.
“Probably,” Whiskey says. “But less carefully.”
Legend nods. “He exposes himself.”
“To who?” she asks. “You? He already did.”
“To people who need proof,” Whiskey says. “Law. Courts. His business partners. Whoever he’s moving money for. Men like Vale do stupid things when their pride gets hit.”
Amelia slowly turns toward me.
I brace.
“You,” she says.
I lift both hands. “Apparently.”
“You want me to pretend you’re my boyfriend.”
“No,” I say.
The room pauses.