Dave’s expression darkened slightly. He stared at Blake, his voice still cold. “Why does that matter to you?”

“It matters a lot to me!” Blake replied, clenching his fists. His earlier uncertainty vanished, replaced by determination. “She’s supposed to marry me!”

“What did you just say?” Dave’s eyebrows furrowed, his intense gaze almost threatening.

Blake met his stare and said, “You might not know, but Bianca probably didn’t plan to tell ...