“Not quite.” He stood and held out a hand. “We haven’t danced.”

She wouldn’t have been more surprised if he’d suddenly taken off his clothes and jumped into the river. “Good point.” Sliding her hand into his, she fought to play it cool. Katie must’ve done a really good job with the makeup.

“Excuse me. Dana, can we talk?”

Ugh. She’d managed to avoid Mike so far, but apparently he’d gathered the courage to approach, even with Wolfe towering over her. “There’s really nothing to talk about.”

“Please, let me apologize.” Mike wore a dark blue suit with red power tie, his dark blond hair swept back. “I drank too much, and I regret everything I said. Please forgive me.”

Wolfe stepped right behind Dana, no doubt looking at Mike over her head. “What did he do?”

“Nothing,” Dana said. “We went to a ball game, he drank too much, and then got handsy. I told him to knock it off, and he made some unkind comments.”

“Handsy?” Wolfe repeated, his breath brushing her hair. “Do you want me to break his hands?”

Mike paled, but to his credit, he didn’t step back.

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.”