“Interesting seeing you here, Atticus. I wasn’t expecting another businessman like myself attending this event.” Ace lets out a small sniff, a laugh I know is more annoyance than anything else. “We both know I’m nothing like you.” “Be nice, Foxxy. Let’s not forget how much you both enjoy things that belong to me,” he says as he smiles at the bartender. I swear I hear my brother practically growl at that comment. But I answer because my best friend deserves more respect than that. “If you’re speaking of your daughter, then I’ll kindly ask that you remember Hadley doesn’t belong to you.”
