He eyed the door leading outside to gauge his chances of making a run for it, but decided that the three men in the room actually worsened the odds over three weeks ago now that he knew brotherly Nick a bit better. And Jane—damn, he was glad she still wanted to be Jane—wasn’t exactly wearing running shoes.Mac held the envelope in front of his father. “You invited Alec MacKeage? Two weeks ago? By the gods, why?”“Because he fits all my requirements for a suitor,” Titus said, smoothing down the front of his tuxedo. “And Carolina…wanted him.”“I invited him, too,” Rana added, sounding somewhat bewildered as she lifted her gaze from the envelope in her son’s hand to glare at her husband. “You let me play out my little charade when you had already invited him?” She turned to glare at Nick. “And you didn’t say anything, either?” And then she turned on Alec. “Or you? You came here tonight carrying two invitations,” she growled, pointing at her invitation Mac had thrown on the floor.Nope; not ending well.“I don’t care who invited him,”
