Lyon saw the kiss.
Everyone had.
Dylan had walked up to her after Norah gave her the bouquet.
Dylan's hand curved at Tara's waist like it had always belonged there. She tilted her face up, eyes soft and kissed him.
It wasn't hesitant.
It wasn't uncertain.
It was practiced.
Chosen.
The noise in the ballroom dulled into a low hum.
Of course she kissed him. She was engaged. He had seen the ring.
He had pretended not to notice but it was hard pretending. Something sharp twisted under his ribs.
He was lurking in the shadows when she approached him.
"You look like you just swallowed poison."
He glanced sideways. Norah's friend, Elise approached him. Blonde. Sharp smile.
"Do I?" he asked mildly.
"A little."
Her gaze flicked toward Tara who was sitting with her friends.
"Complicated?" she arched a brow.
"Old history."
She leaned closer. "Those are the worst kinds."
He looked back at Tara just as she laughed with the group about what kind of them had said.
