"There will be none of this formality between us," he admonished.

 "I'm Jackson and you are Lizzy, Or Liz if you'd prefer. Now, please...allow me to escort you inside." His grip on Eliza’s hand tightened slightly as he tugged her toward him, but Romano’s hand shot up to the elbow of her free arm.

"Her name is Eliza, and I will be escorting my own wife inside!" Romano gritted out through his teeth, obviously holding on to his temper by the barest of threads.

"How rude of me," Jackson said ...