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“A dream we shared and made real.” Kane looked around the room. “Hold on.” He walked over to the table and picked up the papers. “Look, a State of Nevada marriage certificate. Mr. Kane Wildwood and Mrs. Gaby Wildwood.”
“Isn’t that Steele’s last name?”
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sp; “I figured I wanted to make sure our marriage was legit so I used my so called surname.” He feigned hurt. “Don’t tell me you don’t like my last name.”
“Of course not.” She pressed her hands over her temples. “I have such a hangover.”
He walked to the refrigerator and got a bottle of water for her. “Drink while I call room service for some pain meds.”
Gaby took off the lid and drank. She groaned. “What I need is coffee.” She finished drinking the rest of the bottle then went into the bathroom.
Kane dressed in the hotel robe and called room service. At least she hadn’t thrown up. Next time, he’d keep a better handle on her drinking. His wolf grumbled. Taking a wolf charmer mate will mean being on the run from the packs.
Get a grip, we both desired her. Besides, I am perfectly happy to stay a lone wolf.
Gaby turned on the shower and stepped in. Hot water ran over her body. She closed her eyes. What have we done? Were they really that drunk? After the best sex ever, she fell into a beautiful dream of them taking their vows…’til death us do part. A female pastor officiated the ceremony. At least an Elvis impersonator hadn’t married them. What will I do if his she-wolf mate finds us? If his memories flood back, will he leave me and go back to his old life? An annulment was the only solution. There had to be a grace period to dissolve the marriage without requiring a divorce. Who knew she’d end up married? She figured it would never happen. Did she love Kane? Attracted, yes, from the moment she saw him. He was hot, sexy and kind, at least to her, but she’d only known him for such a short period. Oh, boy, did he regret the marriage? He certainly didn’t act like it.
The door opened. “Are you feeling okay?” He wore a wolfish grin on his face that remained as a permanent façade. Like the wolf that ate the lamb.
“Yes, the throbbing is going away.” Her pounding headache turned into a pounding heart.
“Good. Breakfast or rather, brunch is on its way.”
“I’ll be out soon.”
“Take your time. Coffee is brewing.”
He whistled a happy tune. Kane wasn’t the least bit worried about their new relationship status. Did all lycans skip dating and long engagements? Were they more canine in selecting their mates? She never had to convince male dogs to approach a female in heat. He had sniffed every inch of her as if she was in heat. Not complaining. Last night had been over the top gloriously hot, needing, pleasuring him and demanding his oh so lovely tongue to do things to her she’d never imagined in all her wildest sex fantasies. Not to mention his domineering I know how to please expertise. None of her past lovers had been so skilled. Gaby soaped her body and then shampooed her hair. Doing her best to ignore her hardened nipples. She washed off and then stepped out, grabbed a white robe and smelled the rich aroma of French roast coffee. As she stepped into the bedroom, he handed her the mug. “I added cream the way you like it.”
“Thanks.”
His amber eyes glistened in mischief. “Anything for my wife.”
Wife? Before she could respond about how they rushed into marriage while drunk, the doorbell rang.
“Brunch.” He smiled and opened the door. She peeked; relieved it was room service and not the bad guys. Two attendants brought in a pushcart filled with food. They set the elaborate meal on the table.
The older of the two men smiled. “Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.”
“We will indeed.” He handed them both a hefty tip that brightened their faces.
How many people did he tell?
Kane escorted her to the dining table and pulled out a chair for her. “Sit.”
She did and he handed her a mimosa, then joined her. He lifted his glass. “To a long lasting marriage.”
They clinked glasses and sipped. Numb, she finally formulated words. “We need to talk.”
“And so we are.”
Insecurity about his real intention for getting hitched surfaced. “We married to help our escape plans, right?”
“To be honest, I doubt getting married helps our flight.” He winked. “I claimed you as my mate and you accepted.”
Mate sounded so wolfish. “You can’t be serious.”
