“The kind where he marks you as his mate for life. It would make him your husband, whether you liked it or not.”
My eyes widened.
Marriage for werewolves only required a bite?
Shit.
I needed to get out of there. Hot werewolf sex was one thing, but marriage was something else entirely.
The friend cleared his throat. “Not to be annoying, but it would really be better if we started moving now.”
Right.
I had to walk Nico out to his truck so he could shift. Hopefully, when hewolfed out, I would have time to get the hell out of Dodge.
Or Moon Ridge, I guess.
Before sleep deprivation got me married.
Not that I was against marriage. I wasn’t. Not necessarily.
But I was against marrying someone when all I knew about them was that they liked grabbing cucumbers.
…in a non-sexual fashion, of course.
Gah, I needed to sleep.
I was seriously losing my mind.
Cucumbers were the last thing I should be thinking about at the moment.
Forcing a harsh breath out, I pasted a smile on my face and met Nico’s eyes again. “Let’s go to your truck, okay?”
He didn’t make a sound.
“Just start walking,” his friend advised.
I turned around awkwardly in his arms, since he didn’t let go of my waist, and started shuffling down the aisle.
The grocery aisle.
Not the wedding aisle.
Because I wasnotmarrying the sexy wolf dude who liked cucumbers.
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It tookwhat felt like ages to get out of the grocery store and to the truck that was supposedly Nico’s. The truck’s dark gray paint was still shiny, but the vehicle didn’t look new. There was dirt all over it, and a handful of dents on the lower half.
“Great work,” Nico’s friend said. “Now you can just take a step back.”
This was my chance.
I carefully pulled Nico’s warm, gigantic hands off my waist, and stepped backward.
Turning my head, I watched a shiver roll down his spine. Fur broke out on his arms. On his face, too. His spine bent backward?—
