Jayme Lockwood
Jayme narrowed his eyes at her, not sure he could trust her. She'd given him no reason to, coming out of the woodwork out of nowhere like this, but her addictive personality made him want to talk to her despite Rowan's presence being expected in the room in mere minutes.
"Westwood. What have you told her, eh? If I can't see or talk to her why would you waste your breath?" He challenged, ever aware of her hand on his knee and the way it still shot electricity through him. He'd saw her check for a wedding ring and it made him even more bitter that he'd been too blind and busy to propose to Rowan in the years they've been together. She won't wait for him forever, what's he been waiting for? Certainly not this...right?