Dane steps in between us before Ethan can think to retaliate.
Could have told him not to bother. I can handle a fight just fine.
"Back the hell up, Ethan. We all mourn Danika's death in our own way and time. You want to go at it with him, do it outside my establishment. Tonight, they are my guests. You disrespect them, you disrespect me, I f*****g kick your drunk ass out."
Ethan bares his teeth at Dane, but he backs off, stalking back to the others at the table, his frustration seething under his skin.
Soft, soft, musical laugh tinkles through the booth, quickly silenced by a warning growl from Ethan.
Dane turns slightly my way, a flicker of approval dancing in his eyes. Just like that, my terrible mood is gone and I have to bite down on my lip to stifle a giggle.
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