His asshole father had obviously pulled out all the stops today to celebrate his legitimate heir’s marriage. This shindig was likely costing Byron Caden the Fourth more than the paltry trust fund the jerk had settled on Jack’s mother and him when he’d kissed them both off not long ago. Jack would bet it had burned the elder Caden’s balls to invite him here today, but after all he did share a law office in town with his half-brother’s not-so-blushing bride. Of course he’d have been here as Liz Wolfe’s date for the affair anyway, whether or not he’d had his own invitation. He made a point of taking Liz’s hand and squeezing it, and when he did she looked over at him and smiled. That smile was a shy but unmistakable invitation, and he could hardly wait to accept it. Tempering his impatience, he reminded himself that she wasn’t one of his BDSM playmates and they’d only had a few dinner dates and seen a couple of movies together over the past few months. Jack did enjoy being with her though—a lot.
