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 drive your friend all 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.

He fought the very real urge to shuffle his feet. “Hi. I’m, ah, Clarence.” He gently shook her hand.

“Wolfe,” Dana said, helping him out. “Everyone calls him Wolfe because it’s his last name.”