Scott’s POV
The moment I stepped into the club, people stepped out of my way. There was no point in saying anything to me because I was on a mission and wouldn’t be stopped. Casting my eyes around the open space within the club, it wasn’t hard to find her.
I pushed through the dancing intoxicated crowd and headed toward the tables near the dance floor. I spotted her friend Zoe first. I narrowed my eyes on her. Was it her idea to push Rory into the arms of another man?
I walked with more determination now. I watched as Zoe found Rory on the dance floor and whispered something into the ear of the man she was dancing with. He was an attractive man and I wasn’t surprised that Zoe picked him, but it made the jealousy in me rage higher.
I moved up and took Rory by the arm, trying to pull her away from the man.
“Scott, what are you doing here?” she demanded.