Nudging Jordan with her elbow as they stood off to the side, taking a breather, Kylie nodded toward the dance floor. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

He followed her gaze, and she watched him frown and then nod. “Yeah, I do. And I think I should step in.”

Kylie gaped at him and smacked his shoulder. "Why would you do that? Krys never let's go like that." Watching the woman laugh as she danced with abandon, Kylie approved. Dex Collier had a hand on her hip, keeping rhythm with her and moving in closer, his eyes consuming her in her azure dress that matched her eyes and showed off every curve. In fact, she was jealous, wishing she could move on the dance floor with the same grace and appeal.

But Jordan’s eyes sparked, and his jaw set hard. “She shouldn’t mess around with Dex. That man is trouble.”

“Trouble how?” Kylie demanded. “Trouble the way everyone said you were trouble? Look how that turned out.” She gestured widely at the engagement party, which was a huge success. Kylie had never been happier, and now, Krys and Amy were here, and Jordan seemed elated with his life. Maybe Dex wasn’t the womanizing creep everyone made him out to be.

“He’s the real deal, Kylie,” Jordan insisted, sounding nervous and heated. He started to walk away, in Krys’ direction, but Kylie held him back. “Look, if you don’t want me to intervene, you need to say something to her. Krys will likely take it better from you anyway.”

That was true; the last thing the woman needed was a protective brotherly type to make demands. “I’ll say something, okay? Just calm down.” The song changed, and she saw Krys coming toward her, dismissing Dex with a smile. “Besides, look at that. It’s probably nothing. Now, why don’t you go get all of us a drink, and I’ll take care of this?”

Reluctantly, Jordan nodded and headed toward the bar, leaving Kylie to have an awkward conversation that likely wasn’t even necessary. Pasting on a smile, she air-kissed Krys’ cheek and said, “So, what was that about? Dex Collier?”

Krys waved off the question with a breathless laugh. “Oh, please! It was just a dance.”

“Looked like a pretty hot dance, from where I was standing,” Kylie prodded.

When Krys’ smile faded, she regretted the statement. “You mean from where Jordan was standing. I know my stepbrother, Kylie. You don’t have to cover for him.” Kylie ducked her head sheepishly, and Krys put a hand on her shoulder. “He’s a nice guy, but there’s more at stake for me than a little party and some hot sex, okay? You can tell Jordan that.” Kylie blushed, her jaw tightening. She didn’t want to get angry, but she didn’t like butting into Krys’ business, and she didn’t like that Jordan put her in this position.

“I’m not judging, Krys. If you like him, I say go for it,” she said, watching to make sure Jordan didn’t walk up in time to hear her. He was too busy trying to shuffle three drinks in his hands.

“I know, love. But I am. Dex would be a great little tryst, if I didn’t have Amy attached. But I’m a mother first. There will be plenty of time in the future, when she’s older, to find companionship. I’m content for the moment.” But her expression said otherwise, as her eyes searched the crowd. Kylie followed her gaze and found Dex, saluting her with a drink in his hand.

This could be trouble, and not because Dex was a non-monogamous womanizer. “Well, whatever you think is best. Just don’t let Jordan catch you watching Dex with that look on your face, okay? He’ll start something that could get them both thrown in a jail cell to cool off overnight.”

Averting her gaze, Krys nodded, caught red-handed. She stared at the floor just as Jordan approached, and Kylie knew this wasn't over. And she was going to have to run interference, making sure that whatever happened between Krys and Dex didn't get back to Jordan. At least, not unless the son of a bitch did something to hurt Krys. Then, Jordan wouldn't get to the guy any faster than Kylie. She would make him pay on her own.