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the applause stopped, the best man stood and gave his speech, which turned out to be the most humorous wedding speech Warren had ever heard. In fact, he expected the guests to ask for an encore performance; they seemed to be having such a good time. Eventually, Mitch sat and individual conversations began among the guests as dinner came.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    Ruth pretended to listen to the conversations around her. Carla and her husband sat at the table, as did Helen’s widowed aunt. Between the three of them and Mitch, a steady conversation permeated dinner. However, Ruth could do little more than nod thanks to the gentleman seated next to her. Ever since he’d asked her for dinner, she’d been little more than a walking mass of confusion. His actions today only intensified the problem.
    When they’d first sat down and he’d touched her shoulders, she’d stopped breathing. Once oxygen returned, she wracked her brain for a way to explain the incident. Despite her best efforts, nothing materialized. Then Mitch appeared, and she’d rejoiced. Or at least she had for a moment because no sooner did Mitch sit down and start up a conversation than Warren took her hand. It wasn’t the first time he’d held her hand. The epitome of manners, he’d offered her his hand before she stood on countless occasions. Tonight the feel of his hand linked with hers was different. More intimate. And it didn’t help that he kept his hand like that until dinner was served.
    Now with the meal over and the dinner dishes gone, she wondered if he’d take her hand again.
    On the dance floor, Helen and Will finished their wedding dance, and the speakers crackled for a moment. “At this time Will and Helen would like to ask the wedding party to join them in a dance,” the DJ announced.
    Darn . With her thoughts centered on Warren, she’d forgotten about the customary wedding party dance.
    “My favorite part of a wedding. The dancing.” Carla stood up. “I hope your cousin is a good dancer, Mitch.” After giving her husband a kiss, she walked over to Nathan Lee, the groomsman she’d been paired with and Mitch’s first cousin.
    “She’s in for a rough one. Nathan hates dancing. He’s got two left feet.” Mitch stood and offered his hand to Ruth. “Don’t worry though, your feet are safe with me.”
    She allowed Mitch to lead her away and tried to shake the sense that someone was watching her.
    “I don’t think he could be any more obvious if he tried.” Mitch led her in a turn.
    “The way Will keeps looking at Helen, I’m amazed he hasn’t tossed her over his shoulder and carried her off to the closest empty room.”
    Mitch laughed. “He’s pretty bad too, but I wasn’t talking about Will.”
    The tingling on her neck intensified. “Who did you mean?”
    “Your date. He looked about ready to challenge me to a duel when I sat down earlier. And he’s glared at us ever since we started dancing.”
    “You’ve had too much wine, Mitch. You’re imagining things. Warren and I are friends.”
    Mitch chuckled. “You’re either blind or dumb if you believe that, Ruth.”
    She contemplated stomping on his toe as punishment for the insult. Instead she scowled at him. “You used to be the kind twin. What happened?”
    “You know I wasn’t being mean.” He tickled her side, but she refused to smile. “I’ve been watching him. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since I sat down. And if looks could kill, you’d be standing with a corpse right now.”
    If she only had eyes in the back of her head. She couldn’t imagine Warren acting the way Mitch described. At the same time, she’d known Mitch a long time. He loved to joke, but he would never be cruel or make up a story that would hurt someone’s feelings.
    “All I can say is I’m glad this dance is almost over. Please don’t be offended if I don’t ask you to dance again tonight.”
    “I won’t hold it against you. But I still think you’ve had too much wine.