“Okay,” Jen interrupted. “You made your point. Yes, she was legit naked, like from her bare piggies up to her pretty face. And I’m secure enough in myself to admit the girl’s hot. Honestly, I’m not sure how on earth Drake didn’t have her bent ov—”
“Stop,” Sally yelled as Jacque shook her head at their outspoken friend. “Thinking about Bethany being naked is bad enough. We don’t need a description of that other stuff.”
“Was Drake even there?” Jacque asked.
Jen frowned. “Do you think she was just prancing around their suite nude because she liked the feel of the breeze on her bare skin?”
“OMG.” Sally groaned as she dropped her face into her hand.
“Yes, her mate was there. He made his presence quite known when he slammed the door in my face. If my supernatural mate hadn’t moved me back as quickly as he did, I’d probably be sporting a broken nose right now.”
“Then what happened?” Jacque was on the edge of her seat. She loved it when Jen told a good story, even if she did have a tendency to exaggerate just a bit.
“I yelled my approval of her wickedness through the door, and then Dec hauled me off. I suggested we stay and listen, you know, just to make sure Drake didn’t lose control. But the mate vetoed it.”
“I’m sure that’s why you wanted to stay and listen,” Jacque said dryly.
Sally snorted. “Only you would make up an excuse to hang around outside the door of a newly mated couple.”
Jen grinned unrepentedly. “I’m just a teacher checking up on her student,” she said, blinking her wide eyes like an innocent little doe.
There was a muffled banging on the door. It sounded as if someone was kicking it weakly. The three girls looked at one another questioningly, then Sally got up and opened it.
Jacque’s eyes widened, and then she covered her mouth with her hand as she unsuccessfully tried not to laugh.Bethany shuffled in, her feet scraping tiny steps over the carpet as she wiggled along. She was wrapped up tightly in a cotton sheet. A shawl was draped over her shoulders, and the girl looked madder than a newly castrated bull.
“How would you know about angry, castrated bulls?”Jacque’s mate’s soothing, deep voice filled her mind.
“I saw it in a documentary. Seriously, they get snorting mad.”
“Why is Bethany only in a sheet?”Fane asked, apparently sifting through her mind.
“It’s toga night. Didn’t I tell you?”Jacque laughed when she heard Fane growl.
“You had better be wearing much more than a sheet, Jacqueline.”
“Do sandals and a crown of little flowers count as ‘much more’?”She could feel the emotions in him building as she verbally rubbed his fur the wrong direction.
“Show me,”he commanded. The growl in his voice made Jacque squirm, in a good way.
“Of course.”She conjured up an image of herself in her mind. But instead of looking down and simply reflecting to Fane what she was actually wearing, Jacque imagined herself wrapped in a thin sheet that hung elegantly off her form. Then she added the sandals and flower crown she’d mentioned.
When she heard Fane laugh and felt his ire slip away, she knew she’d failed.
“Sorry, Luna, but I know you better than that. You would never wear something that showed that much of your beautiful cleavage.”
He was right, of course. Jacque didn’t mind showing her assets to her mate, but the rest of the world didn’t get a free show.“Fine. I’m not wearing a toga. As to why Bethany is wearing a sheet, I’m hoping we’re about to find out. It doesn’t appear so much like she iswearingthe sheet as she’s been captured in it. She’s wrapped up like a mental patient in a strait jacket. Give the girl some privacy, wolf-man. I’ll fill you in on what you need to know, if you need to know at all. Which I’m already quite sure you don’t need to know. Other women walking around in sheets should not be your concern. At all. Ever.”
“I love it when you get possessive.”He purred and she felt his breath against her neck, despite the fact that he wasn’t there. Fane loved using their bond to tease her, not only mentally, but physically as well.
“Love you,”Jacque said as she mentally pushed him away.
“And I you, my Luna.”
Jacque brought her attention back to the room. Having been lost in her mind, she hadn’t noticed that Bethany was sitting uncomfortably on the couch next to her. Sally and Jen were laughing and apologizing at the same time.
“Sorry, Bethy,” Jacque said, “but you can’t come in wrapped in a sheet and not share. Go on and spill it. Rip it off like a bandage and get it over with. The sooner you do, the sooner the two hyenas shut their traps.”
Jacque shot her two best friends a look, and they snapped their mouths closed.
