Kylie’s POV

As the tension from the evening’s events still lingered, I watched Graham retreat to the restroom, clearly flustered and embarrassed by the spilled wine. My instincts told me to help him, despite the turmoil he had caused earlier. Logan, sensing my intent, stepped forward to follow.

“Should we help him?” I asked quietly, glancing at Logan.

Logan nodded. “I have an extra shirt in the car. Let’s head to the valet and get it.”

We ...