“Thanks,” JT muttered as he took them from Mr. Jack, leaned against him, and put them back on. “What about the girls?”
“We’ve got ‘em.” Becca held hers up by the delicate straps.
Jan did the same. She didn’t look overjoyed to have to leave while the reception was still in full swing, but she wouldn’t side with anyone over them.
Mopp came up to them, grinning in spite of a split lip and the swelling that was starting around his eye. “Are we leaving?”
JT groaned. “What happened?”
He shrugged. “One of those…” He glanced at Jan, then gestured back toward the cluster of men at the bar. They were bending over a man who was sprawled on the floor, apparently out cold. “He said something a…a gentleman shouldn’t say. I’ll tell you later, okay, JT?”
“Okay.”
Oh God. Rush couldn’t blame Mopp if that man had said something disparaging about Jan, but things were really going from bad to worse. “May we go, please?” He felt as if he were at the end of his tether.