Caden’s never far. He only lets go of me when I dance with Dad, Uncle Ben, Uncle Matt—or Ryan. Max even manages to charm his way into a dance, spinning me dramatically until I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe. Caden’s watching from the side with that playful smirk of his, arms folded but eyes warm. He trusts Max, I can see it. And Max? He’s in his element—dramatic, hilarious, loyal as hell.
Caden stays near May, dancing close by, eyes flicking back and forth between us like he’s guarding twin queens. Ryan mirrors him, never leaving May’s side. It’s sweet. It’s safe. It’s home.
But suddenly the crowd parts violently and a huge, bulky warrior barrels through, nearly knocking me over. I gasp, stumbling—
Before I hit the floor, Caden’s there. His arm wraps around my waist and yanks me flu
