"Excuse me," Simon grated out, his dark eyes blazing a challenge that would have shriveled any last scrap of foolhardy courage. "This dance with Sara is mine."

Kevin not only didn't dispute the claim, he didn't even check with Sara if she wanted to be passed over to Simon. He dropped her like a hot coal and back-tracked off the dance floor, gesturing for Simon to take her over. Which he did, with a speed that almost swept her off her feet. Pressed to another male body—a very different male ...