Four Weddings and a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) (7 page)

“Maybe she’s trying to convince the bride to add
pussy
willow to her arrangement.”

Veronica shot to her feet. “Would you quit saying that word! No bride would put that in her bouquet—it’s dirty.”

“Oh, come on, it’s funny. People take this stuff too seriously. I mean, if you were my bride, for example—not that I’d ever let that happen—and you made your bouquet out of pussy willow, I’d make my boutonniere out of”—he turned a page in the binder and laughed—“
cocks
comb.” Looking thoroughly pleased with himself, Logan leaned back, pushed his hips forward and kicked his foot up on his opposite leg. Why couldn’t she take her eyes off his crotch? Did he have to display himself like that? With his hips pushed out and a very obvious bulge in his pants? “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the word pussy willow,” he said. “In fact, I think you should say it.”

What would it prove? That she could say the word “pussy”? She was twenty-seven years old and could say the word whenever she pleased…but not if it meant pleasing him. She wouldn’t give him the gratification.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And I’ve got a twisted sense of humor. Say it and I’ll drop it. It’s just a word. A word that is said and forgotten. Pussy willow. Come on, V. Are you really that uptight?”

No, she was really that stubborn.

Veronica gritted her teeth together, nearly tripped on her way to the counter, and tapped quickly. “Patsy?” her voice squeaked. She couldn’t think about any pussy being on Logan’s lips. “Are you back there? Patsy?”

“Pussy willow,” he whispered over her shoulder.

She spun around and sucked in a clipped breath. Logan was close. Inches away. His body radiated heat, drenching her in tingly warmth. He looked down at her with those smoky gray eyes, making her forget that stupid word and the way he was pressuring her to say it like some teenage boy daring her to flash him at a party. She was overcome with the desire to press her hands down his abs and lean against him. Every time he said the name of that stupid flower, her will loosened. She couldn’t forget the way his lips had moved against hers last night. The way the pressure of his body had felt heavy and right. Fighting the urge taking over her body, Veronica rested her back on the counter and gripped the pointy ledge.

“Sweet, sweet”—he leaned down as if he was going to kiss her—“
pussy
willow
.”

Veronica was going to break apart from the pressure. Explode into thousands of tiny, turned-on pieces. She had to regain composure. Logan didn’t want her. If he did, he would’ve finished what he started last night. This was a game, a stupid, stupid game, and he was going to laugh at her when it was finished. But she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t find the strength to push him away.

“Fine!” she yelled. “Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! You happy now?”

The humor in his eyes died down. He looked…hungry.

“Veronica?” Patsy said from behind her. “Everything all right out here?”

She deflated. And spun around. “Yes. Everything’s fine. The bouquet?”

“The bride approved it.”

“Thank you, Pussy.” Veronica’s stomach flipped. “I mean
Patsy
. Thank you, Patsy.”

Smacking her forehead, Veronica snatched her bag off the floor and stormed out the door. She didn’t look back. But when an allergic symphony of sneezing and groaning rang out behind her, Veronica knew Logan had followed her out.

Chapter Seven

“Come on, pick up.” Veronica stood against the brick wall of the floral shop building, her phone glued to her ear. “Come on, Leah.”

Logan was sitting in his truck not twenty feet away, checking out something lying in his lap. Veronica prayed he was playing with his phone.

“Hey V!” Leah’s voice never sounded sweeter. “What’s up?”

“Did you know Jake hired Logan to follow me around?”

“Logan just texted Jake and warned us you’d be calling. I just found out what happened, Veronica, and you better believe Jake will hear it from me when this is over. He should’ve told me.” Leah sighed, covered the phone and hollered something at Jake. “If I’d known what was going on, I wouldn’t have left. But for the record, I did tell you that a secret admirer is creepy, right?”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Any guy who likes you is going to say so.”

Veronica rubbed her forehead. “I know, I know.”

“On the bright side, Jake said Logan was the best bodyguard in Seattle. They used to be in the Marines together, so I think everything’s going to be okay.”

“But Jake told you everything, and you think it’s a good idea for Logan to be following me around?” Veronica smoothed down the flyaways on top of her head. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Another long sigh. “V, the guy sending you all those notes is crazy. I guess he left a box of wolf hair on your doorstep and a note that talked about turning you into a werewolf…like what happened to me. The note went on and on about how the pain would eventually turn to happiness, and how it’s what you’ve been asking for. Totally twisted.”

“What? Wait, wait, slow down. How does he know—I mean, I didn’t see anything like that. The only notes I’ve gotten have been really sweet.”

“Remember the night of our engagement party? You stayed late to talk to that guy about reserving the rehearsal site for our wedding and we went back to the house to set up the after-party? Remember how Jake told everyone that they should go out instead?”

Veronica nodded, fully aware Leah couldn’t see her. “He said he wasn’t feeling well, and asked to sleep on my couch. He insisted you go out with everyone else and call when you got home.”

“I guess that was so you wouldn’t be alone. He didn’t want me there in case the guy came back, and he thought he could handle it without freaking you out.”

“What the hell, Leah? Seriously!” Logan’s gaze snapped her way, as if he could hear the hysteria in her voice. “Why couldn’t he tell me the truth?”

Her sister’s voice turned meek. “He said you already freak out about werewolves so much, and you’d never give him the benefit of the doubt if a werewolf was stalking you. You already think we’re all evil.”

True.

“And that’s not the way it is,” Leah said. “He wants you to like him, to really think of him as family.”

“You’re my family.” Veronica’s heart pinched. “You’re the only family I’ve got.”

And you were turned into a werewolf, too.

“Jake wants to be considered a part of our family, if you’d let him. Although I don’t like the idea of him keeping the stalker thing from me, I can understand why he wanted to keep it from you. Besides, he says you were never in any danger—not with Logan beside you.”

She hated to admit it, but Jake was right. She would’ve freaked. Hell, she was freaking now. The idea of a werewolf following her around sent shivers up her spine.

Maybe she could get on board with Logan protecting her.
Maybe.

The only saving grace to all of this was that Jake and Logan knew each other from the Marines, and not from the wolf pack. If Jake had assigned a werewolf to protect her while another werewolf was stalking her, she’d kill him.

“I’m not saying that I agree with this,” Veronica said, eying Logan. He was sitting in the truck with the visor pulled down, checking out his teeth in the mirror. “But you’ve got to answer one question for me.”

“Anything.”

Veronica studied the long swoop of bone that made up Logan’s jaw, and the way a dark flop of hair brushed his ears.

“Does Logan know about werewolves?”

Two beats.

“Yes, Jake’s his best friend. Of course he knows.”

“And…is he one?” He’d certainly be the most gorgeous werewolf she’d ever seen. He’d still be filthy, mangy, and unnatural, but he’d be a hottie to boot.

Say no, say no, say no.

“You’re my sister, and I know how much you hate the idea that there are werewolves out there.” Her sister’s voice went soft over the line. “I’d tell you if you were in danger the second I found out.”

“You didn’t answer the question, Leah.”

“No, Logan Black is not a wolf.” Leah was smiling as she talked. “Now let’s talk about something a little more upbeat…how’s our wedding coming along?

…

“This is all your fault, you know.” Logan put down his tray of fish and chips and straddled the picnic table bench. He popped two allergy pills and chased them with a long drag of water. “I may be a sneezing wreck, but you are one manipulative woman. For a while there I thought you were going to chain me to the fridge holding all the flowers.”

Veronica took a bite of her fried fish and watched the ships go through the locks into Salmon Bay. “Yeah, well, you should’ve told me that Jake hired you. You deserved whatever you got.”

“Deserve is a harsh word,” Logan said with a mouthful. “I think this situation will go much more smoothly this week if we forget about what happened last night. Wipe the slate clean.”

“I agree,” Veronica answered too quickly, then took another bite of fish. “What happened was a mistake. I’d take it back if I could.”

Logan nodded and stared into the channel as a barge passed through. Veronica thought he wanted to add something to what she’d said, but she gave him a few minutes, and he remained silent.

She still didn’t know how she was going to handle this. Every time she glanced at Logan, images of him doing dirty things to her on her living room floor flashed through her mind. And every time he brushed against her, chills scampered up her arms. Hopefully he was as good as Jake insisted he was, and he’d find the wolf responsible before too long…

One major bonus: Logan had offered to take Veronica to her car after lunch, which meant she’d save cab fare.

“After I got off the phone with Leah,” Veronica said, watching Logan carefully, “she shot me a text telling me not to report the stalker’s behavior to the police.”

“She’s right.” He wiped crumbs off his mouth. “Going to Seattle PD isn’t an option. I’ll send the latest note to a friend of Jake’s who’ll analyze it. We should know if it was penned in blood or ink by the end of the day.”

“But why not go to the police? That seems like the natural thing to do.”

“Jake wanted to keep this whole thing from you for two reasons: so you wouldn’t hate wolves more than you already do, and so the police wouldn’t start sniffing around where they don’t belong. He doesn’t want them getting close to discovering his pack.”

Veronica finished off her chips. “They wouldn’t know the guy is a werewolf. I’d report suspicious behavior and they’d make reports on what they found. At least there’d be a paper trail. If something happened I could call 911 and they’d come pick him up.”

“What if your stalker leaves another box of wolf hair? The police could start asking questions, and piece things together with other wolf sightings I’m sure they have on record.”

“Yeah,” Veronica said on a laugh, “I’m sure the cops will look at the hair and jump to the conclusion that there are werewolves in Seattle. Yeah, uh-huh. They’ll probably think Bigfoot lives in Wenatchee Forest, the Loch Ness Monster swims around in the Puget Sound and vampires roam Pike Place Market after dark. Not freaking likely, Logan. They’ll probably dismiss it as dog hair and do their job: search for the stalker.”

He leveled her with a humorless stare. “And when they find him?”

“He goes to jail and you’re free to guard, protect, and serve, or whatever it is you do, to the next damsel in distress.”

He leaned across the table. “Do you really think we want to take a chance that your stalker plays by the rules? That he gives half a shit about keeping the wolf pack’s secrets? He’s broken pack law and as such, has gone rogue. At least that’s what Jake told me.” He cleared his throat. “The guy could shift into a werewolf while in custody. Tear through the department. Start widespread panic. The entire wolf pack would have to uproot.”

“I think you’re being extreme.”

“Jake wants to be cautious, and for good reason.” He leaned back and shoved a chip into his mouth. “It’s how the Seattle Wolf Pack has remained in secret for this long. It’s the way they do things…from what I understand, anyway. Secrets are a part of the game.”

Veronica supposed that she understood. And now that Leah was a part of the wolf pack, she wouldn’t want them to have to move to keep their secret. Veronica stared at her half-eaten lunch, wondering how many more things Jake and Logan weren’t telling her.

“Speaking of secrets,” he said, “when you talked to your sister, did you mention…anything?”

“If you mean did I mention
you
, of course I did. But if you mean about what happened between us last night, I didn’t. Like I said, I’d rather forget all about it. If I mention what happened to my sister, it’s liable to be immortalized in one of her books.”

“Just checking.” Logan finished off his Coke and straddled the bench to face her. “Did she ask about the wedding planning?”

“Yeah, but she wasn’t asking because she really cared. She was changing the subject.”

“She must really trust that you’ll take care of everything.”

“That’s not it.” She bit off a chunk of fried fish. “It’s because she always pushes everything off on me.”

It’d always been this way. It didn’t take long for their parents to realize Veronica was the responsible one, the one they could trust to get things done right the first time. Guess it was easier to have Veronica clean and cook than it was to fix Leah’s mistakes time and time again. When they were in high school, Veronica was always stuck “helping” Leah with her homework. Translation? Leah got straight A’s, but if it hadn’t been for Veronica’s fancy handiwork—and texting answers to her from the bathroom during finals—those grades would’ve been in the toilet. Leah was too busy flirting with the quarterback of the football team to care about homework…so her parents had asked Veronica to help her out. It was no surprise that Leah pawned off the details of her wedding onto Veronica. Especially since Veronica owned the company. Bottom line: Veronica loved her sister, and since they’d lost their parents, they only had each other.

Logan crushed his napkin in his fist. “Tell me, Veronica Vale of Veronica Vale Weddings, you surround yourself with bridal bliss all day long, every day of the week. Why haven’t you locked your chain around a groom’s ankle yet?”

She shrugged. “Guess I haven’t found the right guy.”

“Must not have been looking very long.”

Was that a compliment?
Was he saying she could find someone easily? “That’s not true. I’ve been keeping my eye open. I’ve always wanted to settle down and have a family. My sister, on the other hand, never wanted to get married. In two weeks, she’ll be off the market.”

“Funny how things change when love gets in the way. Don’t worry, you’ll find someone soon enough. You can’t be more than…what? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Ah, you’re still a pup.” Logan tensed. His shoulders pulled back, his jaw clenched, and he took deep breaths of air through his nose.
Bizarre.
He brushed crumbs off his hands and didn’t touch the rest of his lunch. He should’ve been starving—sneezing fits were sure to work up an appetite. “How long have you been in the wedding business?”

“Five years.” She spun her empty Coke cup in her hand. “I started as an assistant for another local company, and built my client list off of recommendations.”

“I’m sure you’ve got your wedding all planned out by now.”

“Oh yeah,” Veronica said, as a family of four passed by their table. “I want it all: the big puffy dress, the cathedral train, the church, five hundred guests with table assignments. I’m ready.”

Logan didn’t meet her eyes. “All lies.”

“How would you know? I do want those things.”

“Nah, you won’t have any of that.”

She
was
lying, but how did he know? “If I’m planning weddings every weekend all year long, my own wedding should be spectacular—one to top them all, shouldn’t it?”

When he finally met her gaze, his gray eyes burned hot. “I think that’s precisely the reason you’d want something small and intimate. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had thoughts of eloping.”

She
had
. How did he know that about her? She’d never told anyone. Logan’s insight drew Veronica’s stomach tight. “I don’t think you know me, or what I want, at all.”

The corner of his lips pulled into a smile, reminding Veronica of the bad boys she’d seen on TV when they were about to say something deviously sexy. “You’re right. I don’t know you. I don’t know what kind of wedding you dream of having, or why the relationship with your sister is the way that it is. But I do know what you want. I know what turns you on, and what turns you off, and that should count for something.”

Air caught in Veronica’s throat and her stomach went all topsy-turvy. How could Logan shake her up this easily? Was it the smolder behind those eyes? That strong, square jaw showing a hint of stubble? Logan shouldn’t have this kind of control over her, damn it! She needed to flip the tables! She smothered down the feelings fluttering deep in her belly and swiveled around on the bench to face him. She crossed her legs, drawing his attention there, and leaned forward so that he could look down her shirt if he let his gaze drift a bit.

“Logan?” she asked, lowering her voice so that it came out as a purr.

“Um-hmm?” He made the sound from his throat, as if he couldn’t find the strength to open his mouth.