Dahlia's POV
Lorena's drink went down the wrong way, sending her into a violent coughing fit. I abandoned my own glass and rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Are you alright?" I murmured softly. "Come with me to the restroom so we can get you sorted out."
I caught her arm before she could lunge toward the source of her irritation. My tone remained steady despite the tension crackling between us. "This isn't the moment for that."
Ivana's voice drifted over, sweet as poisoned honey. "Cobb, I warned you Dahlia wouldn't lose her temper. You owe me that payment since you lost our little wager."
I locked eyes with Lorena and guided her firmly toward the ladies' room before she could create the scene she was itching for.