The sun was dipping when Ethan’s breaking point came.
It started with small things. Maya’s hand lingering too long on his thigh during dinner. Cole’s casual way of brushing past Olivia, fingers ghosting along her bare skin as if she were his to touch—because she was now. Ethan’s pride had taken blow after blow, and though he laughed with them, played the role of host, the fire behind his eyes was undeniable.
Olivia saw it building.
It wasn’t a question of if Ethan would snap, but when.
When Cole leaned over the table, refilling Olivia’s wine glass without asking Ethan, that when arrived.
Ethan stood abruptly, chair scraping back. “Liv, can I talk to you?”
His tone wasn’t a request.
The room stilled.
Cole’s smile deepened, but he leaned back, as if amused by the outburst. Maya watch
