Monica cleared her throat, snapping Dean’s attention back to her.

“My question is, are you thinking about what was? Or what might be?”

Dean danced around the query by reaching for Monica’s hand, spinning her. He knew for a fact Katie didn’t speak of her time with him any more than he did.

Monica slid back into his embrace with a smile. “I’m staying the whole week with her. If you won’t talk, she will.”

The confidences women laid out to each other were up to them. Being the home of a Y chromosome gave him the right to keep his feelings to himself.

Dean perfected the tight lip in high school. Too bad he hadn’t kept it that way over the last year. Now he lived with his mistake and went back to life’s early lessons. Mouth shut, ears open.

“Oh, fine,” Monica grumbled, giving up her quest for more information. “Give me some dirt on Tom.”

Dean hadn’t seen that twist coming. “So you like Tom?”

Monica managed one of those stolen glances over her shoulder, not realizing that Dean watched. “I didn’t say that. I’m just making conversation.”

Dean allowed a true smile of amusement to crest his lips. “Oh, darlin’, you’re a terrible liar.”

The dance ended and before long Jack had rounded up Dean along with Tom and Mike. He handed each one of them a shot of whiskey and stood back with a silly grin on his face.

“What are we toasting?” Mike asked before Dean had a chance to voice the question himself.

Jack lifted his glass. “To good friends. You guys made this day even better by being here.”

“Oh, Lord, he’s getting all sentimental on us,” Mike joked.

“You laugh now, Mikey. Just wait and see how bright your future looks when there’s a beautiful woman by your side to share it with.”

Dean leaned over to Tom. “Is he gonna start crying?”

“He might if he drinks too many of these.”

“He won’t get drunk if he’s looking forward to his wedding night.” Something told Dean that Jack was more than happy to fulfill his husbandly obligations.

“Knock it off,” Jack told them. “To friends.”

“To friends!” They all lifted their glasses and drank the amber liquid with one swallow. Dean let it slide down his throat with a nice, comfortable burn. Outside of the champagne for the toast, he hadn’t had a lick to drink all night. He took his role of best man seriously. Maybe after the bride and groom left for their monthlong honeymoon, he could kick back a few more.

“Speaking of friends,” Jack started. “I have a favor to ask you guys.”

Dean noticed the switch from carefree to serious cross Jack’s face.

“What’s that?” Mike asked.

“It’s Katie.”

The liquor in Dean’s stomach hit bottom and started to hurt. “What about her?”

“Something isn’t right with her. She hasn’t been herself.”

All four of them turned to search out the woman in question. Dean’s radar found her quickly. She stood next to her father and Danny with a silly grin on her face.

“She looks fine to me,” Tom said.

“She’s not. Her smile isn’t as big, her usual eccentric self isn’t as large. I’m worried about her.”

“Maybe she’s growing up, Jack,” Tom said. Which translated in Dean’s brain to mean, growing out of her reckless ways.

Tom reached around to the bar and took another shot from the bartender. “I haven’t seen her in any headlines in quite some time. Maybe she’s bored with the spotlight. It does get old after a while.”

Dean kept his mouth shut. He’d noticed the shift in her personality as well.

“She asked me if she could design the interior of the new hotels.” Jack had started a new chain of family friendly hotels to add to the Morrison Empire. His first baby was nearly finished with the initial phase of construction. Dean knew the project well. Prescott Construction ran the job site in Ontario, California.

“Katie wants a job?” Tom asked.

All four of them twisted toward Katie again. Just thinking of her sexy ass in high heel shoes parading around the workers at the hotel made Dean cringe. Work would grind to a painstaking halt faster than lightning could strike the Empire State Building.

“Has a job,” Jack corrected. “Design and fashion are her gig. It isn’t like I could say no.”

Damn. “That means she’ll be staying in Ontario for a while.” Southern California was where Dean had moved his life after he and Katie went their separate ways.

“I was hoping you and Mikey could keep an eye on her while she’s there.”

“I’m not sure what you want us to do, Jack. Katie’s never lonely for company and chances are she’d see right through us if we knocked on her door and asked her if she wanted to hang out,” Mikey said.

“Just keep an eye on her, will ya?”

“We will,” Mike told him.

Dean nodded.

“Looks like I’m off the hook with this one.” Tom reached for a third shot of whiskey. Tom lived in Houston.

Dean glanced up as Jessie walked toward them. Jack stepped forward and brought his wife into his arms.

“They want us to cut the cake now.”

Jack wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ve been waiting to squish cake on your nose all night,” he teased.