Dance with me,” Karl said from behind them, curling his beefy hand around the back of Taylor’s chair. If ever there was a possessive move, surely that qualified. He’d just staked his claim. Again. Taylor kept trying to treat Karl like a pal, and he’d have none of it. Others wouldn’t notice, but Enoch knew his twin felt flustered. He found the whole situation vastly amusing. “Thank you, Karl, but no. It wouldn’t be . . . right. I need to remain professional.” Karl’s tongue slid inside his cheek. “Now normally, I think a man should take a woman’s refusal gracefully.” Assurance filled his tone as he looked to Enoch for support. “In this case, I think the lady just needs a little coaxing, don’t you?” He came around, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. “Apparently coaxing works,” Enoch mused.