Olivia’s hands and points at a handsome, dark-haired man. “You. Dance with me.” His eyes double in size. “O-okay.” She snuggles into his chest and slides his hands over her hips as they start swaying together, and the poor guy looks like he’s in heaven. He might be in thirty seconds. Emmett looks like he’s gonna put him through the floor. The broad teddy bear of a man comes to a stop in front of them, staring down at his smiling wife. His fists clench and he flicks his gaze toward the man holding Cara. “Hands off my wife. Now.”
