Page 54 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

I give him a gentle shove.

“You were always crazy smart, hard-working, and so funny. You genuinely cared about people. I told myself, I would make it one of my life’s goals to find a partner as awesome as you.”

“Now I feel awful for not remembering you.”

Nathan reaches for his phone. With it in hand, he scrolls, pauses, and then hands it over.

My vision adjusts. In an old photo, Nathan’s a young adult transitioning into a man, wearing nerdy glasses and a Roman’s Italian Beef T-shirt.

“Talk about a glow-up,” I joke.

“I wasn’t that bad,” he says and grabs the phone.

“You always have pillow-talking to fall back on.”

“I’m glad the test run worked for you. There’s more where that came from.”

He waggles his brows at the same time I hear a new sound, a robotic whirling. In the moonlight, I make out the silhouette of Mini-Wolf’s new attachment, a fluttering nine-inch dildo that extends from his pelvis.

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Furry Fan Club

When I wake, Nathan, Mini-Wolf, and I are tangled in a fluffy duvet. As I attempt to unravel myself, the doll squeaks, causing Nathan to stir.

“It’s too early.” He steals one of my pillows to cover his face.

“It’s your fault we stayed up all night.” We passed out at dawn with tired, burning eyes and scratchy throats from talking.

Sitting up in bed, I glance at a half-naked Nathan.

Last night was surreal. In a fit of bravery, I gave in to my desires. But now? The veil of darkness where anything is possible has lifted. With the morning sun, I’m conflicted.

Guilt niggles its way in.

How can I claim to want Roman back and in the next breath mess around with Nathan? I push it away and remind myself I’m divorced, Roman’s probably done worse, and last night was a one-time event. Everything is back to normal, starting now.

My phone’s alarm wails, causing Nathan to burrow deeper under the pillows. I’m running late for my new maid of honor duties.

After I dress, Nathan drags himself out of bed. He insists on accompanying me to the lobby. We’re waiting for the bridal party to arrive when he darts behind a large marble column, yanking me with him.

I peek to see what spooked him. A large group of people, some wearing Wolf Savage merchandise, some with furry wolf paws, and a few with full-body wolf costumes roam the lobby.

“So, I shouldn’t tell your furry fan club where you’re hiding?”

He gives me a stern look.

I step in their direction.

“You don’t want to do that.” He tugs me back.

“What will you give me?” I playfully bat my lashes.

Nathan spins me into his embrace and presses my back against the column. In the process, he’s stealthily hooked my leg around his hip. The connection ignites memories of last night.

“What won’t I give you.” His brows pop.