by Ashlyn Chase
The French waiter brought two bottles of champagne, opened one for Wendell to try, and when he nodded, the garçon filled everyone’s glasses. The group members waited for the server to leave before raising their glasses.
Wendell’s chest swelled with pride. “To Roz!”
The eight weres surrounding the table echoed his sentiments, and glasses clinked all around.
After everyone had taken a sip, Konrad sighed. “I can’t thank you enough. I had no idea you’d help if I was in trouble.”
Barrett sat next to him and clapped him on the back. “Don’t be daft. We always protect our own.”
Konrad hung his head. “But last I knew—”
Lois held up one hand. “Last you knew we were taken in by a con man, and all of us made a terrible mistake.”
The table grew quiet, and Konrad smiled, sadly. “Everyone makes mistakes. At least it’s over now. Let’s not dwell on it. We’re here to celebrate.” He raised his glass again, and everyone followed his lead. “To renewed friendships.”
Everyone clicked their glasses as before and took another sip.
“Those jurors took no time at all deliberating, did they?” Wendell asked Roz. “Did you know it would go as quickly as that?”
Roz laughed. “I knew we were in good shape when they frowned at the DA during his closing argument. Every one of them looked like they were thinking, “What do you take us for, morons?”
Konrad squeezed her hand under the table. “I was worried there for a bit, but I knew you could do it.”
Roz blushed and looked at her lap. “I’m afraid I wasn’t so confident. Until your pack came to the rescue, it really could have gone either way.”
Barrett looked at her askance. “Even with the guards standing by their descriptions?”
She glanced around the table. “That’s all we had, before you guys testified. As you heard, the DA tried to say the guards were under so much stress that they could have misestimated his height and build, or that he was involved in another way, like the getaway driver.”
“We wouldn’t have let them win,” Lois said.
Roz raised her eyebrows. “Meaning what?”
Barrette quickly interjected, “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t have devoured a whole courtroom full of people.” The others laughed.
Roz had to smile too. It would take some time before she understood her mate’s people. She supposed it was the same for any young woman just getting to know her lover’s family. Er, almost.
“Did you have more evidence up your sleeves?” Konrad asked as he glanced around the table.
Lois chuckled. “Just that I’d give you an alibi, if you needed one.”
“How?” he asked.
“I’d say we spent the night together.”
Konrad’s eyes popped. “But that would have been a lie.” He glanced at Roz.
She didn’t react, just waited for Lois to explain.
“I know. What I’m saying is that I was prepared to commit perjury on your behalf, and the rest of the staff was willing to back me up.”
Roz leaned back. “But what if you got caught in that lie, and they came after you?”
Lois grinned, showing her elongated canines. “I’d tell them to bite me.”
The whole table laughed.
When the group quieted, Konrad stared at Wendell. “Did you mean what you said about offering me my job back?”
“Absolutely. The board discussed it as soon as we knew we could find you. You did a good job of disappearing.”
Konrad nodded. “I didn’t know if there would be more retribution, so I went completely off the radar. You knew where Nick was, though.”
“And your brother is one hundred percent loyal to you. He refused to give us any information. I mean, not one word. We didn’t know if you were dead or alive.”
Konrad nodded, slowly. “I swore him to secrecy. We had our own business, so I paid myself in cash and used my brother’s name on our business account. We purposely didn’t live close to each other.” He gave Roz a long, soft stare. “Now I’m glad I moved where I did, or I wouldn’t have met Roz, at least under the right circumstances.” He winked, and she grinned back at him.
Lois leaned toward her. “I was thinking of going to law school at some point. The school could use some free legal consultation from time to time. Tell us what it’s like to be a defense lawyer, Roz.”
She groaned. “To tell you the truth, I hate it. I’ve spent the last several months trying to think of something else I could do for a living.”
“Really? That’s too bad. What have you come up with?”
She and Konrad exchanged glances and chuckled.
“Oh, let’s see. We tried ballroom dancing. It turns out I’m a klutz with no timing, and I sprained my ankle. Then when I got better, we tried bartending. Same thing, only some guy was being a jerk to me, and Konrad got into a fist fight with him. We narrowly escaped being arrested by paying for the damage to the bar.”
The group laughed.
“Then there was skydiving,” Konrad added.
Roz heard a few gasps around the table. “It turns out you can’t jump before your instructor is ready. I kind of landed in the trees.”
Now the others were guffawing; some laughed until they had tears in their eyes.
“The icing on the cake, so to speak,” Roz said, “was when we took a cooking class, and I set my hair on fire.”
“I have to take responsibility for that,” Konrad said. “I was kissing and tickling her when I was supposed to be pouring oil into the pan. I wound up pouring it right onto the gas burner.”
“But look—” She turned her head and showed them how the stylist cut off the damage in such a clever way. “I got a cute new haircut out of it. I even talked to the stylist about what it would take to become a hairdresser.”
Lois looked directly at Wendell. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I’m right there with you.” Wendell turned toward Roz and said, “I’d have to run it past the board, of course, but how would you like to be our new career counselor? We’ve talked about adding the position, and since you’ve experienced quite a few jobs, and you know what it takes to succeed in them—”
Lois piped up, “Plus we could use your legal expertise once in a while.”
Roz stared at Konrad open-mouthed. “It sounds perfect,” she whispered.
“Yes, it does.”
Wendell fidgeted. “There’s just one more thing, and we, ahem, need to know for sure.”
Konrad nodded as if he understood. “Show them your mark, angel.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected this request, but now that they’d asked, it made perfect sense. She’d need to know she was safe.
She removed her suit jacket and hung it over the back of her chair. After unbuttoning the top two buttons of her white blouse, she was able to slide it aside and expose her neck and shoulder. Even her wide bra strap didn’t cover it, so she left it where it was.
Everyone around the table smiled.
“Welcome to the pack,” Wendell said. “We’ll have a formal ceremony at the next full moon.”
“Oh, no. Does she have to endure that?” Konrad asked.
Roz’s eyes flew open. “Endure what?”
“Oh, nothing will happen to you. You’ll just have to put up with a whole bunch of wolves taking their turns sniffing you so they can distinguish your scent in their other form.”
Roz smirked. As long as they stay away from my crotch, everything will be fine.
Konrad glanced around the table. “They’d better.”
***
Their group sailing lessons had finally ended, and Roz and Konrad were taking an O’Day sailboat for their maiden solo voyage. The autumn wind could be strong, but that day it was perfect, ten knots, winds from the southwest. There was a clear blue sky overhead, and Roz had applied plenty of sunscreen.
The instructor who had spent several weeks with them beamed as he watched them st
ow the canvases covering the sails. Roz knew she and Konrad worked as a team in perfect synchronicity, yet the instructor would never understand why. It really helps to communicate directions to each other telepathically.
“Yeah, and no need to shout over the wind.”
As soon as Konrad had tightened the ropes in the widgets, the instructor asked, “Ready to cast off?”
Konrad saluted the instructor. “Aye, aye, captain.”
The seasoned sailor laughed. “You’re the captain now.”
“Co-captain.” He pointed to Roz with his thumb.
Konrad started the motor. Roz waved to the instructor as she used the stick to guide them out of the marina. Navigating the harbor required a little mechanical power before raising the sails.
Eventually they cleared the buoys and most of the islands dotting Boston harbor. Konrad cut the power, and Roz stood, ready to raise the jib. He clamped his big hand around her wrist. “Wait a minute. There’s something I want to ask you.”
“Ask me while I’m at the bow. As you said, there’s no need to shout over the wind.” She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go.
“Roz, sit down.”
He sounded so serious that her warning bells went off. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Everything’s perfect.” He smiled and patted the seat.
She sat back down, slowly.
He lowered himself to one knee.
Her loud internal gasp may have communicated itself to him, but he didn’t comment on it.
He took her right hand in both of his and rubbed the surface gently with one of his thumbs. “Roz, you mean the world to me. I can’t imagine a future without you, and I don’t want to. I love you, I need you, and I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?”
Tears welled up in her eyes. A lump started to form in her throat, but she wanted to answer out loud. Before it grew and made it difficult to talk, she said, “Yes, I’d love to.”
He rose enough to grasp her in his arms and stood, holding her tight. The boat rocked a tiny bit, but not enough to throw them off balance. Nothing was enough to throw them off balance anymore, not the stress of a trial, not the stress of a job search. No more stressors were on the horizon, except moving to Newton…together.
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. “I love you, Roz.”
I love you too. Thank you for making me so happy.
It seemed that their dating disasters were over.
Acknowledgments
Major thanks to my funny attorney and friend, Richard Leonard, J.D. He’s always there to answer my legal questions, but I had so many situations this time, he met me for dinner, and I filled four pages in my notebook.
Thanks again to Emily Bryan, aka Mia Marlowe, the awesome critique partner who’s as different from me as two people can be, but gives me a new take on things I wouldn’t have come up with on my own. Viva la difference!
Thanks also to Arwen Lynch, who helped me with Konrad’s tarot reading. I didn’t have a firm grasp on his character until she did her “magic.” It worked so well, I may ask her to read other characters for me in the future.
To Natanya Wheeler, my extraordinary agent, for her gracious patience. Thank you for putting up with ice storms knocking out my power, explaining the fine points of fifteen-page contracts, and keeping me from imploding over minor mishaps and making a mess all over my carpet. I just had it installed and used my advance to pay for it. Oh, and thanks for negotiating that, too! You’re a godsend.
Instead of dedicating this book to my husband (again) I decided to acknowledge his invaluable contribution. He not only pays the bills but also listens to the weird problems of a writer and gives me his emotional support as well. I love you so much, honey. Someday when I’m rich and famous, you can retire and be my boy toy.
About the Author
Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar, a little nutty, a little flaky, but basically sweet, wanting only to give her readers a scrumptious, satisfying, reading experience.
She holds a degree in behavioral sciences, worked as a psychiatric RN for several years, and spent a few more years working for the American Red Cross, where she still volunteers as an instructor. She credits her sense of humor to her former careers, since comedy helped preserve whatever was left of her sanity. She is a multi-published, award-winning author of humorous erotic romances.
Represented by the Nancy Yost agency in New York, NY, she lives in beautiful New Hampshire with her true-life hero husband and a spoiled brat cat.
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Table of Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Back Cover
