Lucy frowned slightly, tightening her grip on the leash. “Easy,” she murmured. Rex didn’t look at Emma. His ears pricked forward. His body angled away from the aisle—toward the far corner of the church, where the wedding gifts sat stacked on a small table.
Rex growled. Low. Controlled. Lucy stiffened. “Rex—” He lunged. The leash ripped through Lucy’s fingers before she could brace. A sharp gasp. Rex was already gone, paws skidding against polished stone as he charged the gift table.