Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

Gaby drank her glass. “Yes, the best red wine I’ve ever tasted.” The food melted in her mouth. So good. Telling him had almost dampened her mood. Time to start anew. “Let’s talk about something fun.”

He poured her more wine. “The night is young. Any ideas?” He smiled. “Besides trying out our Jacuzzi.”

“A sightseeing walk would be nice.”

“How about cocktails and then dancing or a show?”

She was not a party animal, but maybe he had been. “Sure.”

He finished the meal as if it were fast food. “We’ll hire a limo and take a tour of the city.”

“Sounds like a former wolf prince showing a peasant girl a good time.”

“I’m sure I’m not that type of prince and you are no peasant.”

Except no one has ever referred to me as a princess. They finished their meal, and shared dessert of tiramisu. All the alcohol, food, dessert and the presence of the handsomest man on earth made her giddy. Surprisingly, she managed to walk without stumbling. They went to the lobby and ordered a private limo and more champagne.

The limo pulled up and the driver opened the back passenger door. Kane bowed, “Princess Gabriella.”

“Yes, my prince.” She stepped in. More champagne poured. Like a fairy tale she hoped would never end.

Kane said. “Don’t move.”

“As if I would.” For one, she was in heaven and two, she felt quite inebriated. Coffee might be good, except they needed a good night’s sleep. Then again, she knew the minute they returned to the hotel, hot sex would be in order.

Kane knocked on the driver’s window. “Give us the grand tour and then we might stop at a club for dancing if you can recommend one.”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Chapter 12

Kane sprawled on the bed. Gaby snuggled at his side. Her naked body provided him with the best view of all time. He sighed in contentment. Oh, baby. How many times had they had sex last night? Wild. Almost a blur like his memory. Gambling. Drinks. More gambling and winning, hot sex, then fine dining with the sexiest woman alive, going out on the town, dancing, drinking and then…?

He stared at the white garter around his wrist and then the wedding ring on his finger. Married? The Las Vegas cliché of a spontaneous wedding. Not that it was a bad idea, in fact, he wanted her to be his forever, but he wished he remembered their nuptials better.

He sat up and brushed his fingers through her disheveled just-had-sex hair. Mine. He nuzzled her ear and whispered, “Gaby, wake up.”

She snuggled closer and whined. “No.”

He glanced at the clock. “It’s past noon. We better get back on the road.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’ll get you some water, beloved wife.”

Gaby sprung up as if he’d thrown ice water on her. “What?” She stared at her wedding ring, a diamond studded gold band. “Really?”

He caressed his finger along her arm, enjoying the sight of goose flesh springing up. “We were both of sound body and mind. For sure the sound body part.” He smirked. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember?”

She ran a hand through her lush brown hair and then stared back at her wedding ring. “I do, sort of.”

“The little chapel and me on my knees proposing to you,” he said as tiny important details came back to him and he smiled, remembering how she gaped for the longest time and then jumped up and down saying, yes. He handed her a picture of them kissing under a canopy. “Proof.”

Gaby stared at the photograph and shook her head. “I thought I dreamt it all…but now I remember. I thought you were joking, but I agreed and then we found two witnesses.” She glanced at the door. “You carried me over the threshold when we entered the hotel.”

He took her hand and kissed it. “Then we consummated our marriage…I think…most of the night.”

She turned her red bleary eyes to him. “Not a dream?”