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While Taylor let her brother in, Dex struggled to pull himself together. He didn’t want Braden to walk in and see the way Dex was hovering over her. He would kick Dex out in a heartbeat and install himself as her protector going forward. Dex was having none of that.
He focused on the sizzle of a fresh slice of French toast while listening to the heavy footfalls of Braden’s approach and Taylor’s rapid steps behind him.
“Morning,” Braden said, a sharp edge to his voice that made it clear how he felt finding Dex in his sister’s kitchen.
“Morning,” Dex said, forcing his voice to be calm and neutral. “Want some breakfast?”
Dex glanced over his shoulder and forced his gaze to stay on Braden’s. He ached to meet Taylor’s eyes, but he knew that would only make Braden more suspicious of him
