KIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
Christian was first, raising his champagne flute with a smirk that already promised trouble."Well, I'll be honest… Kiel wasn't always the commitment type. In fact, we used to joke that the only ring he'd ever put on a woman's finger was a coffee cup mark. But then… Odette came along. Now look at him—standing here like a man who knows he's going to have a very long night ahead of him."
The crowd laughed, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. Kiel just gave him a look, that I will deal with you later glare.
Ezekiel didn't even wait for the laughter to die down."Kiel, I've seen you win fights, win deals, win races… but tonight? I think we all know you're planning to win in… other areas too." He shot a glance at me with an exaggerated innocent face. "Odette, pace yourself. This man's competitive streak is… legendary."
That had the groomsmen hollering, a few guests covering their mouths to hide their laughter. Kiel shook his head, lips twitching.
