He snorted, chuckling wryly. "Yeah, let's hope not. The last thing I want, or need, is her attentions." His thoughts turned to his lover and what he'd been though just that morning with her soon-to-be husband. It was going to be unpleasant. "Saiorse Fawcett. We've," he hesitated, finding the right words. "We've been together, on and off for a while." His eyes turned curiously to Tracey. "And you? Don't tell me your groom is who has you upset."
Taking the glass in hand, he leaned back and took a healthy drink.