“Yes. They’re co-owners of properties and businesses. Just the two of them so far, but I’m looking for other associates or partners,” Brigid said.
Wolfe slowed down to drive around a sharp curve. “Thanks. I’ll get on it tomorrow night when we’re back in Cottage Grove. Dana says hi.”
“Aye, no problem. Speaking of Dana, what’s going—”
“Bye, Brigid. Thanks.” He disengaged the call before she could get too nosy. “Brigid says hi,” he told Dana.
“Turn left here,” Dana said, pointing at the entrance to a golf course in Dogcreek Village. “The country club is up the lane, and supposedly the bridesmaids have a suite to get ready. Hopefully, the gods have interfered, and the bridesmaids’ dresses were caught in a fire last night.”
“They can’t be that bad,” Wolfe said, allowing himself some amusement.
Dana shook her head. “You’ll just have to see for yourself, but believe me, it’s bad. Try not to wince, okay?”
“No problem.” The blonde would look pretty in anything. “Are you sure the gray suit we brought will be fine? I have a black one.” They’d gone through his wardrobe, and she’d appeared pleasantly surprised that he had not only two suits but dress shirts and a few ties.
She scoffed. “No. Sure, it’s at the country club, but we’re in the country, and you’ll see everything from jeans to maybe a full suit. That pinstriped gray suit with the lighter green shirt and darker tie are perfect. It’ll be casual, Wolfe. Trust me—you’ll see everything. My sisters and I even play wedding bingo at these type of things.”
“Wedding bingo?” He drove past a row of cars and up to the wood-sided building with heavy oak doors.
“Long story.” She pointed to the east. “Drive that way beyond the entrance to the second cabana. That’s where Mom said I should go to get ready.”
He followed her directions, noting possible sniper positions out of habit. He parked near a stone pathway that angled off a golf-cart path to a small bungalow surrounded by red flowers. “You think this is it?”
“Maybe?”
The door to the cabana opened, and three women ran out, all different versions of Dana.
Dana gave a happy squeal and opened the door, jumping out and colliding with another blonde and two curly-haired brunettes.
Good Lord. There were four of her. Wolfe’s stomach flipped over, and it took him a moment to realize it was nervousness. Interesting. He hadn’t realized he could get nervous. He slid out of the truck and opened the back door for Roscoe before walking around the front toward the rapidly chattering women.
The noise halted abruptly, and four pairs of identical green eyes turned his way.
“Holy moly,” the nearest brunette said, her chin dropping.
Dana’s blond sister nodded. “Wow. Hunkalicious.”
Heat ticked his face. Was he blushing?
Dana, a wide smile brightening her already stunning face, grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the group. “Clarence Wolfe, meet my older sister, Katie.” She pointed him toward the blonde, who was about an inch shorter than Dana and a little slenderer, with a scar across her right hand.
“Hi. I’m older by less than a year.” Katie smiled, her teeth straight, and held out a hand.
“Call me Wolfe.” He was über gentle with the shake. She seemed even more fragile than Dana, but he couldn’t put his finger on why.
Dana partially turned him. “These are the twins, Lissa and Charlotte.”
Lissa had long curly hair, three piercings in her left ear, and a smile that screamed trouble. She had to be around five-foot-four, no taller. Wolfe liked her immediately. “How long have you been dating Dana?” she asked, a protective challenge curving her lips.
“Just friends.” He shook her hand.
Charlotte then held out a hand, a serious light in her eyes. Her curly hair was in a bob, and she looked almost identical to Lissa, except for a small and faded scar beneath her jaw. “It was very nice of you to driveyour friendall the way to Tennessee for a wedding.”
Cute. He liked sarcasm. “I’m a very nice guy.”
Lissa geared up, her shoulders going back, her mouth starting to move to ask him a bunch of questions—he could just tell. Before she could start, a woman appeared in the doorway and clapped her hands. “Girls! For goodness sake, you have to get ready.”
Wolfe partially turned to see an older version of Dana, short and pretty with blond hair, standing in the doorway wearing jeans and a white blouse. Her gaze caught his, and she summed him up in a second with shrewd blue eyes. Then she walked forward, all grace, a pretty smile curving her mouth. “Well, hello. I hadn’t realized Dana was bringing a date.” Delight made her eyes dance.
