Page 16 of Accidentally Wedded To A Werewolf

“I have to go,” Luna blurted. “Love you. Hope the mai tais are tolerable!”

She threw the landline back into its cradle, relieved by the distraction. Any other time, she would’ve welcomed Hector’s teasing, but for some reason, she didn’t want to hear him make fun of her for this. It felt weird. Like she was doing something wrong. Which she hadn’t, obviously. She’d never even touched the guy, let alone slept with him. And still, she had this strange guilty feeling as she flung the door open.

Sabine waved a thick jacket at her. “Hey! Just wanted to drop this off.”

“Thanks,” Luna said, pulling on the jacket. It washeavy, perfect for the Alaskan weather she hadn’t packed for. “Oh my god, this is perfect. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Sabine brushed her hair out of her eyes, and Luna made sure not to stare at the deep scar that rode over her left eye. She pulled it off, at least. Luna had been taught young that if you were confident, you could pull almost everything off. Sabine wore quiet confidence in spades.

“Was that your fiancé I heard?” Sabine asked. “He sounds cute. What’s he like?”

“He’s great,” Luna said. “His family makes kitchen appliances.”

Sabine waited. “But what’s he like?”

Luna tried to remember what his most recent magazine interview said about him. She didn’t often have to tell people what Hector was like; they already knew whohe was.

“He’s cute and funny,” Luna said. “And so,sofun. That’s why we’re perfect together. He found out that his fiancée got accidentally werewolf hitched, and he laughed his butt off.”

“Wow. Sounds like a laid-back guy.”

“He is. He’ll be on a deck chair in the Bahamas right now, soaking up the sun. Or moon. I don’t remember what time it is over there right now.”

She headed into the hall. Sabine fell into step beside her easily.

“I can take you into town after I drop Leo off at school,” Sabine offered. “Or an aunt can take you. They have knitting club with the minotaurs later.”

“I was actually looking forward to some me time,” Luna said, trying to wince as cutely as possible as they headed through the lobby. “Thank you, guys,somuch for snow-proofing the car. And lugging it out of the snow. I’ll throw in a tip when I pay for the sign!”

“Thanks,” Sabine said slowly. “Are you sure? Californians don’t have the best luck on Claw Haven roads in the winter.”

“I’m sure,” Luna said as she opened the front door, shivering at the slap of cold air. At least it wasn’t snowing anymore.

“Wow, that’s icy. This jacket’s a lifesaver. Well, bye!” She closed the door in Sabine’s hesitant face. She didn’t even make it down the snowy ramp before a familiar voice stopped her.

“—can tell me how to do it,” Oliver said from above her. “ButI’mgonna be the one doing it. Alright?”

Luna strode out into the driveway and craned her head.

Oliver stood on the snowy roof, looking far too assured for someone standing on a holey roof in the snow. Inshorts, no less. Luna eyed his toned thighs, the hair dark and thick, getting thicker as they vanished into his too-tight fabric. She wanted to squeeze them. She was pretty sure most of that want was her own. The bond in her chest pulsed with heat, melting the ice that had been building up while she’d been apart from him.

“Course,” said a voice to Luna’s left. She looked over to see a dragon standing in the driveway, smoke drifting up from his scaly nostrils.

“Just want to save you trouble down the line,” the dragon continued, thumbing his belt. “Not worth fixing anything properly until the snow melts. Too damn slippery up there.”

“Werewolves heal fast, Jackson,” Oliver reminded him, frowning at the tarp he was nailing down over the hole.

The dragon’s wings twitched where they were folded against his back like he was expecting to have to use them soon.

“I know. Still doesn’t mean you should give yourself a broken leg when you go tumbling off—” He noticed Luna and was startled. “Well, hey, stranger. You must be the wife. I’m Jackson. Heard you’re stuck here until the snow thaws. Luckily, you got here just before spring. How’re you doing?”

He stuck out a hand. Luna shook it,surprised at how smooth the underside of the dragon’s palm was. No scales, just supple leathery skin.

“I’ll be better once I’m somewhere they don’t know how to put snow chains on car tires,” Luna told him, trying not to glance back at Oliver’s toned thighs. “I’m an LA girl at heart.”

Jackson laughed. “Well, let us know if we can make your stay more enjoyable. The Musgroves are a good bunch, but they don’t know all the spots us locals know.”

Luna’s eyes lit up. If she was stuck here until the snow thawed, she’d need to kill time until then. “That would be amazing! Do you guys have a spa around here? The inn doesn’t do massages.”

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