*Gabe’s POV*

Damn the moment I told Jorel he should go after Olivia because I thought she liked him. Yes, it had crossed my mind that they deserved to be together, that they matched in age, behavior, and tastes, convincing myself they had a lot in common, and all I wanted was her happiness.

But rubbing it in my face? No, that was too much for me!

I stopped practically beside them, watching Olivia search for me with her eyes in the area where the VIP booths were, from where I’d just ...