"Howard, what's going on? You're the groom today, why are you talking to a woman like her? The press is everywhere. Don't let them get a picture of you. Go on, get busy. Leave this woman to me."
Before Howard Lynch could finish, a middle-aged woman in a mink coat walked over.
Howard Lynch wanted to say more, but he met Phoebe Faulkner's gaze—cold and tinged with mockery. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Clenching his fists, he simply turned and left.
'Did Dawn ask Phoebe Faulkner to come? How is that possible?'
'I have to find Dawn and get to the bottom of this.'
Howard Lynch did have feelings for Phoebe Faulkner. He just didn't know when things had gotten to this point.
By the time Howard Lynch went looking for Dawn O'Connell, she had just sent away a male reporter who had come to see her.
