Meredith.
Draven's gaze fixed on mine instantly. It was steadfast and warm—yet I saw the smirk forming at Dennis's lips when he noticed my expression.
"Well, well," he drawled, folding his arms like he had all the time in the world.
"You look disappointed, Meredith. Don't tell me you are upset I'm coming between you and your husband. It looks like you wanted this outing to be just the two of you."
My lips pressed into a thin line, the purse handle biting into my palm. "You are enjoying yourself far too much, Dennis."
"Of course, I am." His smirk deepened, clearly pleased at how sour my mood had turned. "You should see your face right now. Priceless."
I snapped back before I could stop myself. "Maybe you should find a hobby that doesn't involve irritating me."
"Oh, but where is the fun in that—"
"Dennis," Draven's voice interrupted, firm and filled with warning. "Enough. Stop teasing my wife."
