#Chapter 137: If She’s Your Wife Act Like It

Dylan hadn’t noticed us yet. He was straightening his tie and adjusting his cuffs. Then he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. But even if he had yet to see us, we had no way of avoiding him for the rest of the evening, not without it seeming purposeful. “We should say hi,” I said. Logan sighed. “I really don’t think that’s a good – shit. He’s seen us.” Dylan had finally glanced in our direction. After initially spotting us, he stared openly, glaring at Logan. “Now we definitely need to say hi,” I said. “Fine,” Logan grumbled, not at all pleased about it. I began walking first, with Logan slightly slower behind me. As we drew near, Dylan turned to face us, but he didn’t make any move himself to close the distance. “Hello, Dylan,” I said. “It’s good to see you again.” That was the truth. What happened between the three of us was regrettable. I liked Dylan as a friend. My push to date him was an ill-conceived plan borne of heartbreak over L