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had tossed his phone into his jean pocket
before turning to me, pushing up his own barriers.
    Shuffling forward, I hugged him throwing my
arms around his middle and snuggling under his chin. “Something
come up?” I asked my voice husky from sleep.
    His arms came around my waist and I felt the
tension drain from his shoulders. “Yes,” he replied simply.
    “Want me to tag along?” I asked around a
yawn.
    “Not this time,” Blake said, leaving so much
unsaid.
    “Will I see you again?” I asked
uncertainly.
    Pulling back, he cupped my face with his
hands looking deeply into my eyes, “Yes, baby. I’ll only be gone a
day at most. You can - no you will - stay here during that time,”
he said, searching my eyes with a hint of desperation.
    “I don’t do dishes or laundry. You will come
back to a mess,” I warned him.
    He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss against my
lips, “I have maids, baby, I have maids.”
…
    Showered, dressed, fed, and slightly more
awake, I sipped my coffee waiting for my stinky SUV to come out of
the car wash. Jerry, my usual driver when I was in town, was busy
playing a more proactive role with Mercer at the police
department.
    Watching the men and women in their red polo
shirts and black pants, I chewed thoughtfully on the lid of my
coffee cup. I wondered what I was going to do with myself while
Blake was gone. I suppose I was overdue to catch up on my soap
operas.
    My phone started ringing however as the man
working on my SUV waved his red rag over his head. Raising my
coffee in acknowledgement, I pulled my phone out and saw Kass’
number appear on the screen.
    “Hey missy,” I answered in a good mood.
    “It’s all ruined!” she sobbed, pulling a
large choking breath.
    “Kass what are you talking about?” I asked,
trading the man my receipt and a tip for my keys. He nodded, bowing
slightly before moving on to the next vehicle.
    “The wedding.” She reminded me.
    “What happened?” I asked as I started my
car.
    “I have no bridesmaids!” She wailed.
    “I’m here. Do you want me to come over?” I
asked, steering my car toward her home.
    “Yes,” she answered quickly.
    “I’m on my way,” I reassured her, hanging
up.
    Kass was one of my closest friends, one of my
only friends really. We met as dancers at Kitten, the club I owned
with Grams the head of the Supernatural Council. Recently she had
fallen in love, gotten engaged, and pregnant by Darren, the lion
shifter brother to the giant pain in my ass, Logan.
    Darren and Logan had a rocky relationship
since.
    Making the quick twenty-minute drive, I
pulled into the driveway of the four-bedroom and three-bathroom
home. Stepping up to the chestnut door, I didn’t have a chance to
use the lion door knocker before a sobbing Kass pulled me into her
arms.
    “What’s going on?” I asked, feeling her
distress as my own.
    Shaking her head, she tried to speak only to
have more tears flow out. “Okay. Deep breaths,” I tried instead,
leading her to the living room to sit on the overstuffed couch.
    She attempted to comply, pulling in a few
shaky breaths.
    “Everyone backed out,” she confided, blotting
her eyes with the crumpled tissue in her hand.
    “Who?’ Why?” I realized I probably didn’t
know who the rest of Kass’ friends were.
    “They said – they said it’s too dangerous to
be involved with me right now, given the unrest in the shifter
packs.” She stared at her trembling hands.
    “Do you want me to change their minds?” If
the assholes thought they were in danger for being involved with
Kass, I would show them a whole new level of “unrest.”
    “No, Olie.” She smiled slightly. “But thank
you for offering.” She finished, finally able to look at me.
    “I didn’t expect you to let me.” I squeezed
her shoulder sympathetically.
    Exhaling forcefully, she stared at the
ceiling, “I can’t lie. It’s tempting. Putting the wedding together
so quickly while trying to keep food down isn’t leaving