They stopped in the middle of the square. Wolfe set his free hand on her waist and pulled her close. Very close. The smell of woodsmoke and pine needles surrounded her. They began to sway. Wolfe was only slightly taller than she was, so she still had to tilt her head up to look into his eyes. His green gaze took her in; searching the details of her face, as if by looking at her, he would know her more. All the while, his charming smile never left his lips.