Love's Protection (Passion Moon 3): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Reverend asked us were insightful and made us think about our future—children, finances, and household chores.
    The church was a lovely, white rectangle with a white spire over the entrance. It was like all those quaint churches built across the west during the pioneer times. We met the Reverend at his house next door where he had his office. His wife, Donna May, let us inside their lovely house. She was a bubbly woman, her hair going iron gray. Their children were grown and moved out, starting their own families.
    Our meeting with the Reverend lasted fifteen minutes. I think the Reverend was more than confident that we were ready to be married. He and Forrest spent more time talking about fishing than on our upcoming union.
    “Okay, I'll see you all Friday for the rehearsal,” the Reverend said, shaking both our hands. “And don't be strangers. We have a lovely bible study on Wednesday.”
    I gave him a polite smile. Wayne had never been a church guy. I vaguely remember going to Sunday School before my momma got ovarian cancer. Once she was sick, Wayne wasn't about to waste the time to take me.
    We had time to meet with the baker before I had to be over at Penny's. She was throwing me a bachelorette party. The baker had our cake finished. Three layers perched on little columns, plastic bride and groom perched on top. Pink flowers dotted the cake. It was perfect. My excitement grew for Saturday.
    “Try to stay out of trouble,” Forrest said when he pulled up at Penny's house. She had a small, blue house on the outskirts of town, the yard overgrown.
    “Don't you trust me?” I asked.
    “I should have said, try to keep Penny out of trouble,” Forrest grinned.
    I giggled. “I'll do my best.” I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. “And you, hands off the strippers.”
    “There's not going to be strippers,” Forrest protested. His pack, minus Vanessa, was throwing him a bachelor party tonight. It was convenient to hold our parties at the same time.
    I arched an eyebrow.
    “Okay, there will probably be strippers. I promise only to look, not to touch.”
    “Good.” I leaned over and gave him a hot kiss. “Save all that excitement for me tonight.”
    I hopped out of his SUV and waved as he pulled away.
    “Kotie!” Penny squealed from the doorway.
    Penny was my best friend. She was a curvy blonde. She was on the plump side, but she made it work with her tight jeans and low-cut tops that showed off her impressive bosom. Penny strutted towards me, flashing her big grin, and gave me a hug.
    “We're gonna have so much fun tonight!” she laughed. “Ooh, I can't believe the wedding's so close. Where does the time go?”
    I smiled. She was infectious. Penny seemed like an airhead, but she was actually a rather skilled witch. Like many of us, she was drawn to Moonrise by the call of the Moon Tear Spring. But she never tried to tap into the power, so she hadn't butted heads against Forrest and his pack. Instead, she ended up working as a waitress at the Moon Tear Roadhouse. Miss Maggie, the werebear owner of the bar, was fond of taking in strays.
    “God put us on the earth to help each other out. Least, that's what I think. So let me help you. Someday, when you come across a young woman that's hurting, I expect you to do the same,” Miss Maggie had said the first day I had wandered into Moonrise. I had been broke. I had spent my last dollar on the bus ride to town. I walked into her bar to answer the help wanted sign, and she had fed me and given me a job on the spot.
    “So, what have you got planned for tonight?” I asked, giving Penny a suspicious look.
    Her grin only broadened.
    The inside of her house was neat. She had her living room set up, a white-wrapped box with a pink bow sat on her coffee table and penis-shaped balloons floated about the room. I blushed and shook my head at the sight.
    “It's a bachelorette party!” Penny giggled, batting one of the balloons.
    A delicious scent wafted through the