It’d be nice to mess with the guy a little longer, but if she told Wolfe yes, he might actually do it. “No, but thanks for the offer.” The song was winding down, darn it. The next one had better be a slow tune and not a hard rock one.
Mike held out a hand toward Wolfe. “Hi. I’m Mike. I own River Lake Realty.”
Well, he and his daddy did.
“Wolfe.” Wolfe reached around Dana to shake, and by the further whitening of Mike’s face, he might’ve gripped too hard. “I’m not looking to buy a house.”
Mike yanked his hand free. “If you don’t mind, I’d like some privacy with Dana.”
“I do mind,” Wolfe said, his voice admirably mild.
Mike chuckled. “Good one. Okay, then how about you do me a favor and give us a second? We were rather close.” His voice dropped. “So just a small talk.”
Her spine straightened up. Irritation swept along her skin. “Wait a minute.” She looked over her shoulder and had to tilt her head to look all the way up at Wolfe’s face. “Did he just make that sound dirty? Like we were all intimate and everything?”
Wolfe nodded, his eyes burning. “Yeah, yeah, he did. I’d think you had sex.”
She let herself laugh out loud. “Nope. We never had sex. A couple of dates, a few kisses, but frankly, I never really wanted it to go beyond that.”
Wolfe’s lips tipped. “I figured. Now can I break his hand?”
Yep. He looked serious about that. She winked and turned back around to face Mike with Wolfe a very solid force at her back. “No, let’s leave his hands alone.”
“Just one hand?” Wolfe asked. “How about the one that keeps dialing your phone late at night? I can make sure he stops.”
Now, finally, Mike took a wise step back.
Dana pretended to think about it, and Wolfe started to set her to the side. “No,” she hurried to say. “If he promises not to call any longer, don’t break his hand.”
Wolfe kept his hands on her upper arms, his body against hers. “Well?”
“Fine.” Mike lost the amused look, started to say something, and apparently grew a brain and held his tongue. He turned on his loafer and headed toward the bar.
“What a tool,” Wolfe muttered, sliding one hand down her arm to grasp her hand and lead her to the dance floor. Once there, he turned her and pulled her into him, setting one hand on her hip and scouting the other dancers.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, enjoying the freedom of being able to plant her hand on his hard body.
He focused on her upturned face. “I was looking for jortz.”
Happiness bubbled through her and she stepped closer, enjoying the soft song as he moved them around the dance floor. “Sounds like you got a difficult bingo card.”
“Apparently.” His gaze landed on her mouth and heated.
Her blood sped up as if she’d taken a shot of whiskey.
“What happens if nobody gets bingo?” Wolfe asked, his head lowering toward hers.
Her mind fuzzed, and she tried to concentrate. “We meet for breakfast in the morning, and whoever has the most squares blocked out wins.”
His lips were almost on hers when he straightened.
She looked sideways to see her parents dancing right next to them, her mom smiling at her. “Hi.” Wonderful timing, darn it.
“Hi.” Her mom swayed easily. “Oh, Wolfe. Before I forget. I ran up to our room to grab a wrap, and I heard your puppy whining in your room. So, I let him out. Dogs are allowed on the grounds here.”
Wolfe stopped them cold.
Dana gasped. “Oh, no. Where is he?”
