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“Just hold your horses. Maybe one hot hunk will suit your fancy.”

I rolled my eyes. “I doubt it.”

But a tiny part of me, the one that harbored dark desires late into the night, dreaming of tasting the forbidden was trembling with need.

What if the wolf was ready to make good on his promise?

CHAPTER16

Cassandra

A strange sense of excitement as well as a series of ominous sensations trickled down my spine.

He was here.

I was certain of it.

“Now, are we ready for bachelor number one?” The man was way too animated.

The ladies behind us were the most vocal. I tilted my head and gave them a dirty look. Next, I’d be screaming at them to sit the fuck down. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this at all.

But I was here.

“Drink your wine and don’t you dare make a scene,” Penny told me, giving me her best schoolteacher condescending look.

“When do I ever make a scene?” I asked both of them.

“Remember Nina’s wedding? Remember what you did to that jerk who wouldn’t leave you alone?” Penny was grinning.

“That was an exception and the creep deserved it. Besides, that was almost three years ago.” It was also the night I’d met David. Ugh. Not a good memory.

“If I seem to remember, you not only tossed your entire glass of wine in the man’s face, you also kicked him in the groin then pushed him into the buffet table. Security couldn’t get us out fast enough.” Josie was having way too good a time with this.

Her laughter was boisterous enough a few other women glanced at our table like we were the rowdy ones.

I snarled in response. “Fine. I’ll sit quietly and not say a damn thing.”

“Right,” both women said together.

“Okay. Just ply me with wine and I’ll be a good girl.” Instantly, the words I’d heard from two different men floated into the forefront of my mind. Good girl. Shit. I hadn’t put two and two together. Was it possible the werewolf and my mystery man Wilder were one and the same?

Whoa.

No, that was pushing it. Their voices had been different. Although…

Nope. I couldn’t buy it. That would mean the guy was stalking me. Or karma had managed to put us together again. Oh, brother. I was really shifting to becoming one of those women. The kind that grasped at straws.

I sat back, incapable of putting the idea out of my mind.

But when the first bachelor strutted out onto the stage in his nice tuxedo, I had to admit, even as jaded as I’d become, I looked.

Within thirty minutes, the entire room of women was in a frenzy.

“Would you look at that?” Penny said, her mouth dropped open as she glanced across the room. “They’re going to kill each other.”

When one jerked the drink from the other, threatening to toss it in the other woman’s face while screaming ‘I saw him first,’ I laughed for the first time that night.

“Do you know who that is?” Penny whispered.

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