I lock my arms around Mycole's, half in possession and half in preservation.

We walk into the crowd of people, some who are my coworkers and business friends. The guest will arrive at any moment from now.

"Taylor." I mentally roll my eyes when I hear his voice.

Mycole and I halt in our movement, and we turn to look at Jason. He is quite presentable today compared to other days, although his suit is wrongly and roughly worn, his attempt to cover his rapidly increasing bald hair with some of his hair from the other side causes a hiss to leave my mouth.

"Looking good, Taylor." He smirks, eyeing...