diamond.
“You care for him, though I still say love is pushing it. Someone turned into a dusty bunny in here, though.”
“Yes and it was the very man you’re so busy maligning that did it to save my skin.”
She tossed her mahogany mane and laughed as she put her hands on her hips.
“Then it might be love.” Yasmine and I had agreed to disagree on our relationship ideals a long time ago. In college she had been looking for Mr. Right, even before her first shift, while I was content with Mr. Right Now. She thought every relationship needed to be viewed from the compatibility factors instead of the fun quotient.
There were a lot of reasons she was getting married instead of me.
The thought made me glance at the calendar and groan. It was the bridesmaid’s luncheon and I’d forgotten all about it.
“Don’t worry, sis.” Yasmine laughed as she caught my frantic look. “I couldn’t call myself your sister if I didn’t know you always forget things you don’t want to do.”
Yasmine had been left on the same doorstep as me a few months earlier. Since we’d scared all the families that tried to adopt us, we had become roommates and lifelong friends in the dormitory.
“Hey, I’m proud of you. I’m actually looking forward to the wedding. It’s all the other things I don’t like.”
“Not true. You loved the lingerie shower you hosted at the house. Kale said to tell you he heartily approves of your taste, by the way.”
“So glad I could make him happy.” My tone was tart, but there was affection underneath it. Kale wasn’t my idea of the perfect man, but Yasmine loved him and that was all that mattered.
Standing up, I glanced down at my dusty clothes and cringed. “Come on, you can tell me all about whatever has gone wrong while I change.”
“You probably should shower before we go. You stink of moldy dust with a particularly acrid odor everyone will recognize.”
“Do I have that kind of time?”
I hurried to lock the front door and put up the closed sign. The jingle of the charm bracelet I’d given her for her sixteenth birthday told me she was making too much of a production out of checking her watch.
“Of course you do. Like I said. I had the driver drop me off with instructions to swing back by in an hour to pick us up. That’s plenty of time to get you presentable to the pack witches.”
I felt for her. Kale was something of a prince among wolves. His decision to marry an unpedigreed mutt had meant that Yasmine’s introduction to the pack had not gone smoothly. Her alliance to an equally unpedigreed lioness was also a bone of contention.
An hour later found me washed, styled, dressed and painted in a way I’d only do to help my sister.
I’d bought the blue dress for this and would probably never find a reason to wear it again, but seeing her glow with pride over how well I turned out made it worth it.
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“Now, I think you’ll do.”
I rolled my eyes at the mental pat on the head but hugged her anyway. Tears threatened to well up, but I fought them back. The wedding was going to cement changes in our relationship that had begun when Kale hauled her out on their first run. With the coming baby, she would be well settled into a life that wouldn’t have any room for me.
I started to make a snappy comment, but the ringing of the doorbell cut me off. It was probably better that way as we burst into laughter and she saved me from tumbling down the stairs to meet her driver.
I opened the door laughing over my shoulder at her and ran into a chest. A man’s chest, to be precise. Strong arms swooped in to grab my elbows, keeping me from falling down in my unfamiliar heels. I registered everything just ahead of the strong scent of lion that assaulted my nose.
I froze, trapped between Yasmine at my back and this strange lion holding me fast. Panic welled up, but I fought it as I reared back my head to
“You care for him, though I still say love is pushing it. Someone turned into a dusty bunny in here, though.”
“Yes and it was the very man you’re so busy maligning that did it to save my skin.”
She tossed her mahogany mane and laughed as she put her hands on her hips.
“Then it might be love.” Yasmine and I had agreed to disagree on our relationship ideals a long time ago. In college she had been looking for Mr. Right, even before her first shift, while I was content with Mr. Right Now. She thought every relationship needed to be viewed from the compatibility factors instead of the fun quotient.
There were a lot of reasons she was getting married instead of me.
The thought made me glance at the calendar and groan. It was the bridesmaid’s luncheon and I’d forgotten all about it.
“Don’t worry, sis.” Yasmine laughed as she caught my frantic look. “I couldn’t call myself your sister if I didn’t know you always forget things you don’t want to do.”
Yasmine had been left on the same doorstep as me a few months earlier. Since we’d scared all the families that tried to adopt us, we had become roommates and lifelong friends in the dormitory.
“Hey, I’m proud of you. I’m actually looking forward to the wedding. It’s all the other things I don’t like.”
“Not true. You loved the lingerie shower you hosted at the house. Kale said to tell you he heartily approves of your taste, by the way.”
“So glad I could make him happy.” My tone was tart, but there was affection underneath it. Kale wasn’t my idea of the perfect man, but Yasmine loved him and that was all that mattered.
Standing up, I glanced down at my dusty clothes and cringed. “Come on, you can tell me all about whatever has gone wrong while I change.”
“You probably should shower before we go. You stink of moldy dust with a particularly acrid odor everyone will recognize.”
“Do I have that kind of time?”
I hurried to lock the front door and put up the closed sign. The jingle of the charm bracelet I’d given her for her sixteenth birthday told me she was making too much of a production out of checking her watch.
“Of course you do. Like I said. I had the driver drop me off with instructions to swing back by in an hour to pick us up. That’s plenty of time to get you presentable to the pack witches.”
I felt for her. Kale was something of a prince among wolves. His decision to marry an unpedigreed mutt had meant that Yasmine’s introduction to the pack had not gone smoothly. Her alliance to an equally unpedigreed lioness was also a bone of contention.
An hour later found me washed, styled, dressed and painted in a way I’d only do to help my sister.
I’d bought the blue dress for this and would probably never find a reason to wear it again, but seeing her glow with pride over how well I turned out made it worth it.
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“Now, I think you’ll do.”
I rolled my eyes at the mental pat on the head but hugged her anyway. Tears threatened to well up, but I fought them back. The wedding was going to cement changes in our relationship that had begun when Kale hauled her out on their first run. With the coming baby, she would be well settled into a life that wouldn’t have any room for me.
I started to make a snappy comment, but the ringing of the doorbell cut me off. It was probably better that way as we burst into laughter and she saved me from tumbling down the stairs to meet her driver.
I opened the door laughing over my shoulder at her and ran into a chest. A man’s chest, to be precise. Strong arms swooped in to grab my elbows, keeping me from falling down in my unfamiliar heels. I registered everything just ahead of the strong scent of lion that assaulted my nose.
I froze, trapped between Yasmine at my back and this strange lion holding me fast. Panic welled up, but I fought it as I reared back my head to
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