Wolfe leaned back to better see everyone, realizing his hand was playing with Dana’s hair. He dropped his arm. The woman had just dug right into his heart and planted her stubborn blond ass. What in the hell was he going to do now?

Mitch pulled his bingo card from his back pocket with a flourish. “I have fourteen squares marked out.”

Cards instantly appeared on the table with shouts of numbers, and when things settled down, Charlotte had twenty marked out. Lissa peered over her shoulder to read the card. “You cheat, you know.”

Dana elbowed Wolfe. “Where’s your card?”

He shrugged. Let Charlotte win this one. The brunette was smiling triumphantly at her sisters.

Mitch elbowed him from the other side. “She does cheat. Where’s your card?”

His ribs weren’t going to survive sitting between these two. Wolfe reluctantly drew the card from his back pocket, sliding it to Mitch.

“Whoa. Twenty-four squares.” Mitch clapped him on the back. “You were one away from the entire card. Great job.” He laughed and tossed a mushroom at Charlotte. “And I know you cheated. Nobody did the tango last night.”

“I got Lissa to do it in the bedroom,” Charlotte countered. “Rose and everything.”

Lissa rubbed her nose. “I might’ve had a bit too much champagne, but I think I rocked it.”

“Had to be on the dance floor, and you know it.” Mitch reached in his pocket and handed cash to Wolfe. “Four hundred bucks. Don’t spend it all in one place.”

Wolfe took the bills, his ears heating. A thought occurred to him as he counted heads at the table. “This should cover breakfast.” As well as a very nice tip for the harried waitress, a forty-something woman with an excellent memory.

Mitch clapped him again, this time harder. “It certainly should. That’s mighty kind of you.”

Evie leaned around her husband. “That is very nice, Clarence. Thank you so much.”

His ears heated more, and he just nodded, fighting the temptation to slide right into the warmth offered by these kind people. He got the feeling that whoever won bingo usually bought breakfast. Thank goodness his brain was working this morning. Dana leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, obviously not caring that her family was watching.

She accepted him so completely and openly. He didn’t deserve that, but he wasn’t sure he could let her go any longer. He needed some time and distance to figure all of this out.

Lissa’s eyebrows rose. “Oh. I forgot to ask how your dog is doing this morning.”

“He’s hungover,” Wolfe said, relieved to be talking about anything but himself. “I sent him down to the river to dunk his head, and he’s probably asleep in the sun now.”

Katie worried her lower lip across from him. “Doesn’t alcohol kill dogs?”