of the fucking night, you can at least tell me who you are.”
There was a long moment of silence. “Owen Redford.”
“Ah, yes, I remember you. Vienna’s childhood friend.”
“We were more than that.”
“Yes, were being the key word. You’re nothing to her now.”
“What, because you proposed to her? You can’t erase the kind of history me and Vienna have. We’ve known each other since—”
“I said, you’re nothing to her now,” Dane calmly repeated. “You had her. You lost her. Now I have her, and I intend to keep her.”
Owen barked a laugh. “You’ll never manage to hold Vienna. You might have her fooled into thinking you care for her, but it won’t last long. She’s not stupid. To you, that ring is just a corporate brand that states she belongs to you. She’ll realize that soon enough. When she does, she’ll leave you.”
“Are you finished?” asked Dane.
“Actually—”
“You’re finished. Believe what you want about me—I don’t give a fuck. Just stay away from my fiancée. You don’t want to cross me on this, Redford. I can make your life uncomfortable in ways you can’t imagine. It’s not something I’d enjoy doing for the simple reason that you aren’t important enough to matter. But I’ll do it in a heartbeat if you don’t do the smart thing and keep your distance from Vienna. So be smart.” With that, Dane hung up. He looked at me, his dark eyes blazing. “How did he get your number?”
“Not from me. His boss’s PA has it. Owen could have gotten it from her.”
Dane handed me back my cell. “Block his number. If he tries to contact you again, I want to know about it.” His brow furrowed. “What did he say that put that expression on your face?”
“What expression?”
“You look like someone ran over your puppy.”
“It’s just sad that someone I once considered a close friend has no issue with trying to end what he believes is my current relationship. I would never have done that to him.” And because I really didn’t like that it had hurt to be reminded that Dane didn’t truly care for me. That wasn’t supposed to matter.
“He’s not doing it to hurt you. He’s doing it because he’s jealous and bitter. He wants you to doubt me so that you’ll return my ring and walk away.”
“Yeah, I get that. But it’s still sad.”
“What did you do with the ring he gave you?”
“I put it in an envelope and slipped it through his aunt’s mail slot. She doesn’t live very far from me.” I forced a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll give this one back to you in person.”
“I don’t expect you to give it back to me. It’s yours.”
I almost jerked back. “It’s a prop. An expensive prop.”
“That I’ll have no use for, so you might as well have it.”
“And do what with it?”
He shrugged and walked toward the door as he replied, “Keep it. Sell it. Gift it to someone. Whatever. Your ring, your choice.”
“How much did it cost?” Because something told me I could probably feed a small country with it.
“Not much.”
Oh, I doubted that. Just as he went to leave the room, I called out, “Dane?”
Sighing, he threw me an annoyed glance over his shoulder. “I have things to do, Vienna.”
What a snippy little shit. He did that sometimes if he had work on his mind—went from civil to frustrated in an instant, wishing to be alone.
I was going to thank him for letting me keep the ring, but now the idea of pricking at his patience seemed far more appealing. “I just wanted to say … if you hear any noises in here, there’ll be no need to investigate.”
He frowned. “What kind of noises?”
Hiding a smile, I answered, “Oh, vibrating. Gasping. Moaning. Whimpering. That sort of thing.”
He flexed his fingers, snaring me with that relentless stare. Then he shook his head and sighed as he walked out. “Only you, Vienna. Only you.”
Snickering to myself, I began to get undressed.
Chapter Ten
I’d never really given much thought into what kind of wedding I might one day have. I hadn’t envisioned a certain style of dress or a particular kind of venue. But in ordinary circumstances, I doubted I’d have chosen to pledge my vows in front of an ordained Elvis impersonator. These circumstances, however, were far from ordinary. The bride and groom were far from loved-up. And the setting of the ceremony therefore seemed far from important.
Standing before Elvis in the very pretty chapel, I wasn’t nervous anymore. On the