“Maybe wait for a slow song?” Kyle gestured toward the DJ, who was, at the moment, playing a Pitbull party anthem. “Right. Okay. Good. Time for another glass of wine then.” Kyle laughed as she marched toward a server with a tray of full wineglasses. A moment later, strong, familiar arms wrapped around him from behind. “Having fun?” Eric asked. “So much fun.” Kyle turned to face him. “Where were you?” “Talking to some of the guys. You know.” “Miss them already?” Eric scrunched his nose. “Almost.” “You want to dance to Pitbull?” “No.”
