“You’ll find out soon.”
“Ooh, that’s ominous. I love it.” I could hear the grin in Emmy’s voice. “This is exciting. Alright, have fun with your knight in shining fur. I’ll bring your congratulation cake over when Finn and I have dug up enough info for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up the phone.
“Emmy’s congratulation cakes are legendary. Ethan talked her into making one for him last Wednesday just so he could experience it. He keeps it in his freezer and pulls out one slice a week,” Connor said.
“They’re inhumanly good,” I agreed.
“Should I ask for more details about your plan?”
I grimaced and blushed at the same time. “You probably don’t want to know.”
“Sure I do.” He leaned back in his chair. “So we need to throw together a wedding in the next month.”
“The nextweek. And there’s no throwing it together. It’s already planned.”
He blinked. “You planned an entire wedding before you were sure you would find a mate at the book club?”
“Yeah. It was reasonably likely. And Maya agreed to marry me if I didn’t find a werewolf, just to keep me from having to marrymy parents’ friend. She’s having issues with a professor in her department anyway, and she thinks making him think we’re married would help.”
His eyebrows lifted. “She’s in on the werewolf plan?”
“Sort of. Maya is… complicated. Now that I’m mated to you, I wouldn’t be surprised if she leaves town to avoid Ethan.”
“He’s going to be a mess if she leaves.”
“Ethan?”
Connor nodded. “He’s the last unmated guy in the pack. Though I guess your wolf could still reject me.”
“Ethan was never rejected?”
“No. He’d prefer it over never finding a mate, but he’s so enthusiastic about mating that I don’t know if he’d survive rejection.”
“Damn. I think Maya would sooner commit murder than agree to have another mate. Her wolf rejected the guy who bit her because he was abusive.”
“Fuck. She’s already a werewolf?”
“Yeah. I assumed that was common knowledge now.”
“Nope. The guys who know probably aren’t willing to piss off their mates by sharing the information. It’s not theirs to share, anyway.”
“That’s true. You can tell Ethan, just so he leaves her alone,” I said. “Although I would guess that one of my other friends already has by now. They would’ve told him before giving him her phone number.”
Connor nodded.
I turned back to the pan and started another sandwich. My ridiculous stomach was still growling, and my anxiety was asserting itself by making breathing more difficult than usual.
I felt his eyes on me while I assembled the sandwich, trying to breathe through my stress. “There’s plenty of food. You should eat.”
“I’d rather talk about this wedding.Ourwedding.”
