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iPods. Megan just smiled tightly and watched the chat fly back and forth. Every time he tried to include her in the conversation she refused to be drawn in. Was she trying to set him up with her friends? His wolf whined, clearly unhappy.
    They’d finished their meal and sat amongst a collection of almost-empty plates and side dishes, but if Sasha thought the interrogation over, he was wrong. “You have the sexiest accent ever.” Lou beamed at him and fluffed her blonde curls with one hand. It made her cleavage wobble, but he didn’t give it a second glance. “But you haven’t told us how you know Megan?”
    Okay. Tell them the scarf story? Or the how-he-thumped-her-boyfriend story? He glanced at Megan to see her reaction. She quirked her eyebrows and sat back in her chair, hands relaxed in her lap. If she wasn’t prepared to help him out, how far could he push her?
    “Well.” He leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table and then steepled his fingers. As hoped, the girls all inclined toward him. He focused on Megan. “As you probably know, we’re distantly related. But,” he paused a moment, “I’m not sure if I should be telling you this.” Megan’s lips twitched. He dropped his voice a notch. “We were promised to each other as babies. Betrothed in the cradle.”
    “No way,” Lou whispered, her face rapt. Sasha fought to keep serious.
    “Yes. My grandfather made a deal with Megan’s grandmother. She owed him for saving her life and since she was already married, she agreed to this.” Megan folded her arms and stared at him. Since she didn’t object, he carried on. “There was a terrible storm and Megan’s grandmother was swept away in a flood. My grandfather jumped into the river and kept her head above water, then carried her to safety. He was a champion swimmer, otherwise he would surely have drowned.”
    Nessa was the first to break the silence. “Hang on. Why did she promise her granddaughter?”
    Megan flashed him an innocent smile. “Yes, Sasha. Tell them why she did that.”
    He tutted at their impatience. “I haven’t finished yet. The village had a psychic, an old woman who saw it all happen. She rushed forward, through the flooding and the debris, and grabbed my grandfather by the arm. She told him about the ancient legend of the river. If Megan’s grandmother didn’t promise her first grandchild, the river spirits would always be restless.”
    They sat quietly, curious looks flashing between them and he picked up his water glass, taking a gulp. “So now you see. I’ve come to New Zealand to claim my bride and appease the river spirits.” He grinned at Megan. “I’m just lucky she’s as pretty as she is. I’d hate to have to marry a heifer.”
    “Wow.” Lou stared at Megan, then back at Sasha. “That’s just, like, wow.”
    “Wow,” echoed Megan.
    “Hang on.” A frown wrinkled Nessa’s forehead. “Her first grandchild, yeah? Megan has two older brothers.”
    “Well duh. I’m not into boys.”
    “What a story.” Lou looked awestruck. “What about Philip though?”
    “More to the point,” Nessa interrupted. “How is your father going to handle the publicity?”
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    I’d hate to have to marry a heifer . Sasha’s casual words cut deep. A few years ago he wouldn’t have looked twice at her. After the disaster with Ryan, she’d sworn to never think of dating someone so cocky and confident again, but then again, she wasn’t planning to do anything with Sasha. He was just there for an evening of fun.
    Megan figured it was time to join in the conversation. Surely they didn’t believe Sasha’s fairytale? By the way Nessa and Lou hung onto his every word, maybe they did. “I’ll handle my dad,” she said firmly. Lifting her bag, she slipped the strap over her shoulder. “I’ll go pay the bill and then maybe we can leave?”
    “Uh, no. I’m paying.” Sasha scrambled to his feet. Holding out his hand, he coaxed her to his side. “Why will your father