Four Weddings and a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) (14 page)

Logan was a werewolf, sure. But nobody deserved the kind of treatment she was dishing out. Why wasn’t he putting her in her place? Veronica didn’t know how to explain it, but something in her heart told her she already knew.

This was Veronica’s dinner. Her night. He was her date, and didn’t want to make a scene.

“You sound selfish,” Veronica blurted, her mouth blabbing faster than her brain. “I think it’s sweet that Logan cares enough to keep in contact with the victims’ families. If my stalker kills me, I’d really like it if he checked on my sister…and my cat, too. Someone’s got to put the food out for Leah.” Catching the slip, she snorted and waved her hand in front of her face in lieu of correcting it.

She didn’t have to see Logan’s eyes on her to know he was staring. Her skin tingled with delicious warmth.

“I mean…” She tipped back her fifth glass of wine, and had trouble finding her mouth. “It’s easy to shut people out and close off emotions and stuff. It takes strength to be gentle and kind, especially when you’re not expecting anything in return.”

Roxanne eyed Veronica carefully, then set her napkin over her plate. “I think you two will be perfectly happy together.” She smiled.
Fake.
“Just as Harold and I are.”
Fakity-fake.
“Logan, it was great seeing you.”

“Yeah, Logan,” Harold chimed in. “Really great.”

“Hey Harold,” Logan said, pumping an unenthusiastic fist in the air. “Go Seahawks.”

As Roxanne dragged Harold away from the table, Logan took the bottle of wine and placed it out of Veronica’s reach.

“Don’t want me to have any more?” she asked, giggling into a loud hiccup.

“You just defended me, in your own way.” He spun in his chair, and faced her. “I don’t think you want to continue to drink the juice that sent you on that trip. It was uncharacteristic of you.”

“That woman was a joke,” Veronica said, taking a forkful of cheesecake. “How self-centered can one person be?”

“Not woman,” he corrected. “Wolf.”

Her bite fell out of her mouth. “Oh!”

“Both of them.” He nodded. “Didn’t notice?”

“My lips are numb.” She smacked them together, relishing in the tingly feel of them. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing.” He laughed. His voice was nice. Scratchy and warm. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay, but Logan,” she said as she stumbled out of her chair. “It’s really sweet, what you do. The taking-care-of-everyone thing. That’s nice.”

He caught her, roping his strong arms around her waist. “Thanks.”

“There’s more.” She looked up at him. His face was blurry, but still handsome as heck. “If the stalker kills me, will you really take care of my cat?”

He smiled and tugged her against him. “How about I take care of you instead, so it doesn’t come to that?”

Chapter Seventeen

Friday evening and the rehearsal dinner had come too quickly. Veronica had spent the entire day holed up in her hotel room, and Logan hadn’t had a chance to talk to her about what happened last night.

Did she remember anything?

Knowing he was a wolf, she’d said he was nice, and the world didn’t implode.

Shocking.

Following two car lengths behind Veronica’s Lexus, Logan pulled into the downtown parking garage for the Starlight Tower Club. He exited his truck before she got out, and used his heightened senses to pick up sounds or smells that might strike him. There was the occasional car honk, the buzz of the city, the smell of leaking oil from the Buick next to him, and smoke from a Cuban cigar that some guy was puffing near the elevators.

No sign of the stalker.

They were no closer to finding him, either. The fingerprint results came back, though they weren’t much help. They got a solid “unknown” print, but couldn’t match it against any “known” prints in the system. The postmark showed that the stalker had mailed a few notes from the post office nearest Veronica’s house, but it didn’t take a genius to guess that he was in close proximity when he sent them off.

Logan couldn’t figure out how the guy was getting close enough to take pictures of Veronica all the time. He should’ve seen a guy snapping shots or detected the scent of a wolf. And he couldn’t even think about the fact that the pervert had sneaked into her house while she was sleeping to leave earrings on her coffee table.

The anger flaring inside him was like a cancer, spreading through his body, stirring a vicious current of vengeance in his blood. Veronica might not have said she wanted to be his for all time, but damn it, he yearned to protect her with everything he had.

Still, he failed.

There wasn’t much time left before Jake’s wedding. Failure was a bitter pill to swallow, and Logan hated to admit he was choking on it. Again and again. Damn, he hated this wolf with a burning passion. Once Logan got his hands on him, he’d relish the thought of snapping his neck.

Veronica exited her car and walked past Logan without a single glance. Her brown hair was slicked back into a ponytail, a sign that she was going to be all business tonight. A cream-colored dress hugged her hips and flowed in silky material to her knees. It was soft, delicate, and sleeveless, showcasing her toned arms and slender back. As he followed her, Logan had the urge to walk up from behind and wrap his arm around her tiny waist. If he had his way, they’d whisk up the elevator, joking about the last time they were in one together. When they reached the top floor where the wedding was going to take place, he’d step out with Veronica on his arm.

His chest swelled at the thought.

What was happening to him? He should be focused on finishing this job and moving on to the next one. Instead, he was thinking how great it would be to have Veronica on his arm, for always.

“You ready for tonight?” He pressed the button for the elevator and stood beside her.

“Of course.”

They stood still as stones, gazes locked on the doors. The elevator took its sweet time.

“Have you heard from Leah and Jake?” he asked.

“Leah called me thirty minutes ago.” She cleared her throat. “Their flight was delayed in Portland due to problems with the plane.”

The doors opened and they stepped inside. “But they’re supposed to be here.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

He leaned close to whisper in her ear. “You look stunning tonight.”

As the doors hissed shut, Veronica looked Logan square in the eye. Her mouth was set in a grim line, and her color was paler than normal. She looked as though she hadn’t been sleeping well, and he wondered if it had to do with him or the stalker. He hadn’t been sleeping either. But upon further inspection, Veronica’s dark eyes sparkled, giving away some sort of emotion brewing beneath the surface of her put-together persona.

“Last night, did we…you know,” she said.

That
was the reason she was so tense.

“I drove you back to the hotel, used your key to let us in, tucked you in bed, and left. That’s it.”

“But I was in my pajamas,” she said as the elevator zipped them up. “You changed me out of my clothes.”

“Perk of being the DD.” He chuckled. “I looked away. Swear. Cocoa was my witness.”

“Don’t drag Cocoa into this.” Her voice was stern, but a smile was curving the corners of her lips.

“Listen, about last night—”

“Don’t, Logan,” she interrupted, putting up her hands. “Don’t start. Let’s drop it. I drank too much, and whatever I said was probably grossly exaggerated.”

“Okay.” He stared at the mirrored panels inside the elevator, then pointed to the reflections around them. “These would’ve been nice to have last time.”

“I said don’t.”

He shrugged. “Just saying.”

As the doors peeled apart, Veronica practically spilled out onto the burgundy-carpeted floor. Biting back a laugh, Logan followed her out. She veered left and picked up her pace, as if she wanted to put as much space between them as possible.

The Starlight Tower Club was stunning, with wraparound windows that allowed an unobstructed panoramic view of downtown Seattle. The floor opened up into an elegant dining hall that was spacious and packed to the limit. The place was hoppin’. Each table occupied by people lost in private conversation and delicious-smelling food.

“See anyone you know?” Logan asked, checking out the sparkling waters of the Puget Sound.

“Not yet. We’re part of the McKenna party,” Veronica said to the hostess as they approached a counter that separated the foyer from the rest of the room. “Has everyone else already arrived?”

“They’re in the private party room in back.” The hostess pulled at a tiny mic on her lapel. “Two more for the McKenna party.”

Logan rapped his fingers against the counter. “Any idea how many of my friends will be here tonight?”

“Enough,” Veronica said, tilting her head at him. “More than enough.”

…

Too many, in Veronica’s opinion. This evening was going to go smoothly, she’d make sure of it. She couldn’t afford loose cannon packmates who wanted to drink up, lose control, and get hairy and stupid.

Why wouldn’t the Advil kick in already? Her migraine had teeth. Mangled ones that were digging into her skull. She didn’t drink
that
much last night. She remembered Roxanne the chipmunk, Harold the Seahawks fan, and Logan the…kindhearted?

So he was hot. And surprisingly generous. He was still a werewolf, and they had undeniable anger issues.

“This way,” the hostess said, and led them across the restaurant to a private section. A curtain separated the McKenna party from the rest of Starlight’s patrons, and for that, Veronica was thankful. There could be up to twenty packmates together in one room; there was no way to tell how this was going to go.

Veronica stopped just inside their private area. About twenty people—some she knew, some she’d never met—turned her way. They were standing around a long table, hovering with their hands on the back of the chairs, looking as if they were waiting to be told where to sit.

“Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight,” Veronica announced, clasping her hands in front of her. “I have good news and bad news.”

A few people groaned. Those were probably the wolves. She tried not to roll her eyes as she continued. “The bad news is that Leah and Jake aren’t coming tonight. There was some sort of plane trouble, but they caught a different flight that’ll land around midnight. They want to thank everyone for being here and supporting them, and promise to see you tomorrow morning at the wedding.” She twisted around, making sure to make eye contact with each person in the room. “The good news is that dinner and drinks are on them. Let’s have a great time, get to know one another better, and in two hours we’ll meet on the top floor for the rehearsal.”

A group of rugged-looking men slid into seats directly in front of them, all except for Logan, who waited for Veronica to find her place first. A handful of women Veronica recognized as bridesmaids sat together on the opposite side of the table. A few of the women were Leah’s high school friends, but others Veronica had never met. Writing friends, maybe? They were glammed up in dresses of all colors and styles, and the men were striking in black and gray suits. But beneath it all, Veronica knew they were wolves in designer clothing. It was too bad she didn’t know which from which.

“Here you go,” Logan said, pulling out a chair on the end for her.

“Thank you.”

Don’t get used to this.
Don’t get used to
him.

Sitting next to her, Logan leaned close and whispered, “Calm down and take a deep breath. No one’s going to get stupid tonight.”

“Promise?” She laughed and tipped back the sparkling water in front of her. “Because I really don’t need the stress.”

“Excuse me.” A guy at the end of the table snapped his fingers at the waitress, attracting Veronica’s attention. He looked to be thirty, though who knew how old werewolves really were. “Three vodka tonics for me and my friends. There’s an extra dollar in it for you if those drinks come with a shake!”

As the guys erupted into laughter, Veronica exhaled heavily and stared straight ahead. “One of your
friends
, I presume?”

Logan leaned back so he could see around her. “Nope. Must be relatives of yours.”

“Leah’s the only relative I’ve got. Everyone else here is either a friend or member of Jake’s family. Ugh, those guys reek of beer. I can smell ’em from here. Who comes to a wedding rehearsal blitzed?”

“Idiots looking for trouble.”

Veronica blew out an exasperated breath.

Keep it together.

Logan unfolded the menu in front of him, but didn’t cast a glance at his options. Instead, his gaze went to the four men situated around the far end of the table. His lips twitched and his jaw clenched. And then his gaze returned front and center. “I don’t know who brought the moron crew, but those guys sitting at the head of the table, and wrapping around the other side…I claim them.”

“Oh,” Veronica said, not really knowing what else to say. His packmates didn’t look how she expected them to. They seemed…completely normal. Handsome. Classy, even.

As the waitress brought water carafes for the center of the table, a couple daiquiris for the bridesmaids, and three vodka tonics for the idiot bunch, Veronica forced herself to focus on whether she was going to order fettuccine Alfredo or chicken Parmesan. She was so hungry she could almost taste the roasted garlic now…

“Hey sweetness,” one of the guys with the vodkas yelled too loudly. “I wrote my phone number on the back of that dollar bill. Just for you.”

Gag.

“They must be Jake’s friends from college or something,” she said. “Have to be.”

After the waitress circled the table collecting orders, Logan swiveled around in his chair so that he was facing Veronica. “Do you want me to take care of them now, or wait until they do something worth dragging them out?”

Veronica shook her head and stared at the end of the table, where Logan’s packmates were sitting…and talking quietly among themselves. It was an odd scene: Jake’s friends acting like fools and the wolves minding their own business. It wasn’t what Veronica expected and took more than a second to wrap her brain around.

“I’d rather not make a scene,” she said, but it was too late.

One of the bozos clumsily pushed out his chair. It toppled. Thunked to the floor. Laughing in a string of drunken hoots, the idiot fell to his backside and dragged the tablecloth along with him. Dishes and glasses on the far side of the table slid to the floor, crashing into a clanging pile.

Logan braced Veronica’s shoulder as she pulled her hand to her mouth to smother a gasp. The idiot’s friends helped him up, but they weren’t the only ones to put hands on him. Two of Logan’s packmates had swept behind the idiot and clutched him by the scruff of his collar.

“No, no, wait!” Veronica said, before the scene went horribly wrong. The guy was drunk and acting foolish, but he didn’t know who he was messing with. If he pissed off the packmates, they’d be unable to control themselves and the restaurant would have a handful of wolves trampling over guests and tables alike.

The whole thing went haywire, and Veronica was powerless to stop it.

“Get your hands off me,” the drunk gritted through clenched teeth.

“You apologize to the ladies for ruining their dinner and I’ll let go.” The packmate hoisting him by his collar raised him high. He radiated power. “Do it.”

The idiot’s buddies puffed up, their shoulders pulling back as if readying for a fight. The ladies across the table gasped and whispered, but Veronica couldn’t tell if they were worried about their dates or admiring the show of chivalry from Logan’s packmate.

“I’m sorry,” the idiot said, doing a quick scan around the table. “Now get your hands off my threads.”

The packmate glanced at Logan. Logan must’ve nodded behind her, because he released his grip on the idiot and turned back to his seat. He didn’t make it two steps. The idiot took a cheap shot, and kicked right between the packmate’s legs. He groaned and hit the carpet, clutching his family jewels.