My gaze moved past her shoulder, landing on a familiar face near the entrance.
Perfect.
I gently removed her hand from my wrist.
“You should relax a little, Camilla,” I said lightly. “You’re starting to sound insecure.”
Before she could answer, I walked away.
Brett stood beside a tall, broad-shouldered man I didn’t recognize, both of them holding drinks while people occasionally stopped to greet them.
Brett spotted me immediately and smiled.
“Rachel Horton,” he greeted warmly. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight.”
“Brett.” I smiled back politely before glancing toward the man beside him. “Good evening.”
The man nodded slightly, his attention lingering on me for a second longer than necessary.
“I actually need a favor,” I said.
He raised a brow. “That serious?”
I tilted my head
