He even sounded a bit aggrieved. "Besides, why didn't you invite me? This is such a momentous occasion. If I hadn't come, I'd regret it for the rest of my life."
Preston Keaton had handwritten all the invitations himself. Every single one was essentially identical except for the name, but the one for him was different. How could that not be a sign that he was valued?
He had automatically ignored the last sentence on the invitation and showed up gleefully.
Preston Keaton eyed him coolly. "You and your wife were together for ten years. Last year, you divorced her, and less than a week later, you found a new girlfriend."
He said flatly, "You're too much of a player. It's better if we don't associate much in the future. My wife has seen you with your ex-wife. She wouldn't be happy to know I'm hanging out with you."
Max's eyes widened. "Lorcan! Who asks their wife for permission to have friends?!"
