Wolfe finished his egg-white omelet, sitting between Dana and her dad at a long table with Evie, the three sisters, and a bunch of other relatives. The bride and groom had taken off for their honeymoon, and the bride’s mother wasn’t around, so it was a boisterous affair. Dana’s sisters had sent him knowing smiles, and her parents had been polite and friendly, no doubt not wanting to dwell on thoughts of what he’d done to their daughter the night before.

There wasn’t much he hadn’t done.

His limbs were relaxed, and his chest felt like he’d let it expand for the first time in years. Next to him, Dana chattered happily with Katie, and he got the sense of why his buddies had fought for family back home. This was everything.

Dana leaned over him to talk to her mom, her breast brushing his arm. “Hey, Mom? I forgot to ask why Hunter, Faye, and Miss A weren’t at the wedding last night.”

Wolfe partially turned to face Evie. He’d met Hunter and Faye while on leave with his buddy Raider not too long ago. The three had been raised by Miss A in a foster home. Of course, that’s also when he’d met Dana. He’d found her in the woods and had tossed her umbrella in the river when she’d tried to stab him with it. He grinned at the memory.

Evie delicately wiped her mouth on her napkin. “Hunter and Faye took his brother, Jackson, to some space camp in Florida. While there, I’m hoping they start ring shopping, as is Miss A.” She winked at her husband. “Miss A had another wedding up in Boston for one of her foster kids. I think she was acting as mother of the groom, and rumor has it the bride was a total bridezilla.”

“Miss A will handle her,” Lissa said, tipping back a mimosa across from him.

“Wish I could see that,” Katie agreed, reaching over to steal bacon from Charlotte’s plate.

Good idea. Wolfe snagged a piece of whole-wheat toast from Dana’s plate, munching quietly. For the first time, he tried to think of a way to take out Rock without getting injured. Chances weren’t great.

He liked Dana. A lot. Maybe she really would date him after all of this was over. She had to appreciate that he’d kept himself from breaking Mike’s hands the previous night, when he’d at least wanted to twist a thumb or something. And she didn’t seem to mind Kat being around or Wolfe being too blunt, so maybe there was a chance. It was hard to be anything but hopeful when surrounded by the Mulberry family.

Mitch looked more at home dressed in ripped jeans and a worn T-shirt today. He pushed his plate away. “Okay. Now we get down to business.”

The table grew silent.