Jason was already moving, intercepting Riley before he'd made it halfway to their table.

"Sir, you need to leave." Jason's voice carried authority despite its measured tone.

"I'm here to have a drink with my friends from work," Riley snarled, trying to push past. "I have every right to be here."

"The restraining order says otherwise." Jason positioned himself firmly between Riley and Honey's table. "You're in violation. Leave now, or I call the police."

Riley's face flushed crimson. "What ...