“She is a woman of mystery,” Zechariah laughed, though his gaze was still on her.

A polite way of saying ‘I do not know jack shit about the woman I intend to marry’. Truly, could there be a better match?

Had she found a more desirable suitor? Was that the cold feet? Hm. Zechariah polished off his drink, fished out an overly generous amount, and set it on the counter for this classier ‘Tony’.

“Perhaps she did not like my fashionably late,” he said, then looked to Tony once more. “Thank you for the drink. If you need anything, anything at all – you know where to find me.”

Time to find out who this interloper was …