CHAPTER 75

It's an unavoidable part of life that other men check out my fiancée. She's beautiful enough to turn heads on the street, not to mention on stage. Except when I shift out of my golf cart to see Frank Harvey checking out Emily on the private island where we're getting married, it feels very avoidable. Before I can reach them, Jacob shifts in front of me and plants a wet hand on my chest. "Slow your roll, T." His voice, low and deliberate, is more of a warning than the words. "You look as if you want to rip his spine from his body Mortal Kombat-style." My attention drags slowly to my friend's serious face. "Wanna help me?" "Hell yeah. But you don't want me to help you because it will undo all the groundwork you've laid, and I assume Frank McDouchebag is one of the artists you and Eddie invited here to woo for your deal." Jacob doesn't miss much. I struggle for control. It's typically my superpower, but as I see Finn talking to her, control slips through my gra