The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Dylan hadn’t noticed us yet. He was straightening his tie and adjusting his cuffs. Then he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face.

But even if he had yet to see us, we had no way of avoiding him for the rest of the evening, not without it seeming purposeful.

“We should say hi,” I said.

Logan sighed. “I really don’t think that’s a good shit. He’s seen us.”

Dylan had finally glanced in our direction. After initially spotting us, he stared openly, glaring at Logan.

“Now we definitely need to say hi,” I said.

“Fine,” Logan grumbled, not at all pleased about it.

I began walking first, with Logan slightly slower behind me. As we drew near, Dylan turned to face us, but he didn’t make any move himself to close the distance.

“Hello, Dylan,” I said. “It’s good to see you again.” That was the truth. What happened between the three of us was regrettable. I liked Dylan as a friend. My push to date him was an ill–conceived plan borne of heartbreak over Logan. Dylan deserved better than to be second–best.

I needed to apologize better. I missed my friend, and I know Logan did too, even if he was being stubborn about it. Somehow, if they cannot fix their friendship themselves, I would need to conspire some plan to convince them their friendship was worth salvaging.

“Hazel,” Dylan said. For me, a warm smile crossed his lips. I was so pleased to see it and gave him one of my own. That smile froze over, however, when Dylan looked up at Logan, “Logan.”

“Dylan,” Logan greeted coolly. “I see you are still alive.”

“My secretary should have sent over all the paperwork to relieve me as your attorney,” Dylan said. “Odd that I haven’t received any of the signed paperwork in return.”

Logan hadn’t signed the paperwork? I looked up at Logan in confusion. His chilly expression didn’t change.

“An oversight,” Logan said. But had it been? I placed the packet from Dylan’s office on Logan’s desk the day it arrived. Logan had assured me he would take care of it and rejected my offer to assist him. I’d thought it was strange at the time. Usually I would mail all of the outgoing letters and packages.

Because Logan and Dylan had once been good friends, I thought Logan might have wanted to handle it personally. Was his way of handling it to act like it didn’t exist?

Dylan narrowed his eyes somewhat, and yeah, I was suspicious too.

“My grandfather is here tonight,” Logan said, changing the subject.

“Your parents, too,” Dylan added. “They are all already here. I saw them inside.”

“Great.” Logan straightened, as if on instinct.

“Is this the first event where you are presenting Hazel? Dylan asked.

“Almost everyone here has already met me,” I said.

Dylan glanced at me, curiously. “As Logan’s assistant. Not as his –”

“Assistant,” Logan said quickly. He turned his head as a pair of guests entered the ballroom from our left.

Dylan’s glare added a frown.

“Hazel is my assistant tonight,” Logan said.

Dylan glanced at me for confirmation. A touch embarrassed, I shrugged and lowered my head.

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“I don’t need a lecture, Dylan.”

“You obviously do. With our friendship ended, has no one been telling you to your face how much of an asshole you are?”

“Spare me,” Logan said.

Dylan inched forward, coming threateningly close into Logan’s space. “If you truly brought her here as your assistant and not your date, then you are working on losing her.”

“He won’t lose me,” I said, even as my heart ached.

Neither man seemed to pay me much attention, too busy glowering at one another.

“She is my wife,” Logan said.

“Then you should act like she is,” Dylan snapped. “Whatever game this is? It will not last

“I know what I’m doing.” I tried to say.

Again, both ignored me.

“I know it won’t,” Logan said. “But this is between Hazel and me. She doesn’t need you to champion her against me.”