Dax's expression softened, just a shade, as though he'd been expecting that question.
"Christopher's not going anywhere," he said simply. "He doesn't know it yet, but… he won't get to escape from me."
Trevor caught the note beneath those words, the quiet conviction, and arched a brow, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Careful," he said, his tone warm with teasing. "You sound exactly like me at my first wedding with Lucas."
Dax's laugh was low and incredulous, his violet eyes narrowing playfully.
"First wedding," he repeated, pushing off the wall to pace a slow step closer. "You mean that little stunt you pulled in the chapel at dawn? Don't think I've forgotten how you blindsided me with that."
Trevor's grin widened, entirely unrepentant. "It wasn't a stunt. It was… strategy. You weren't exactly subtle about circling him back then, Dax."
