Nico watched Dawson for the rest of the evening. He took small sips from his glass, but he never set it down. Brynn offered him another glass, but he shook his head and held onto the one he had.
That was odd. Who held onto the same glass of wine all evening? Especially when the bartenders had been instructed to serve small pours. They wanted Dawson to drink a glass, then get another.
The party was winding down, and Dawson was still there. His gaze followed Julia as she moved around the room, and Nico clenched his hand into a fist. Forced himself to relax. He couldn’t get territorial with Julia. That would be a huge red flag for Mel and Devlin.
But he wanted to wipe that smirk off Dawson’s face. The one he got whenever he stared at Julia. He didn’t want Dawson focused on her, even though the guy thought her name was Keely.
Keely would disappear after the party. Still, Dawson’s possessive, covetous expression as he watched Julia made Nico want to punch his lights out.
When he heard the tinkle of breaking glass, he looked around and saw that Dawson had dropped his champagne glass, which had shattered on the bricks in front of the fireplace. He bent to pick up the pieces, pretended to stumble, and stepped hard on the largest pieces. Nothing was left but tiny shards of glass. None big enough to hold a full fingerprint.
Nico had to admire his ingenuity. That was one way to insure no one would get hold of a glass that had his fingerprints and DNA. But it made the hair rise on Nico’s neck. A person with nothing to hide wouldn’t go to such great lengths to keep anyone from getting their fingerprints or DNA.
Why was Dawson so concerned about someone getting hold of that information?
What was he trying to hide?