He stepped between them and Emma, body firm, unmistakably blocking. The room went quiet. “Emma? Why is he—” her mother whispered. “He’s fine,” Emma said quickly, laying a hand on Rex’s back. His muscles were tight beneath her palm. “He is trained to be vigilant, I guess the crowd doesn’t help.”
At her command, Rex stepped back—slowly—but his eyes stayed locked on her mother until she moved away. A few minutes later, Daniel poked his head in. The groom’s partner. Best man. One of their own. A cop at a cop wedding.