Grabbing his phone, Markus flicked through a few names and dialled Oliver’s number. “Where are you?” he asked when his friend answered the call.
“Give me five minutes.”
Markus raised his brows. “The groom’s having a hard time settling his nerves.”
Oliver let out a bark of laughter. “It’s his wedding day. Yeah, I’d be a little restless too. Do you have the rings? Katie will kill you, if you don’t.”
Although sure he did, panic rose within Markus as he rummaged through his pockets to retrieve the small box. “Yes, all good.”
“Okay,” Oliver replied. “See you in five.”
He hung up and gave Tyson, who was still pacing, a reassuring smile.
“Where the hell is he?”
“Wouldn’t say,” he said with a lift of his shoulder in a quick shrug.
“What do you mean he wouldn’t say?” Tyson shot him a glare. “You have the rings, right?”