Four Weddings and a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller

care of things, and I am.”
    She whirled around on him. “What did Jake keep quiet? What are you talking about?”
    He seemed to pause at her words, as if contemplating whether he should be the one to tell her. But tell her what, exactly?
    “I think it’s best if you hear it from him.”
    “You know what Jake’s problem is? He’s overprotective and thinks that because he’s marrying my sister, he should have some say over my life. You can tell him he’s wrong.” Without thinking, she jerked the note from her admirer out of her bag and shook it in front of his face. “There’s nothing stalkerish about these notes. There’s nothing wrong with someone being honest about their feelings. In fact, in light of what happened last night, I find it refreshing.”
    Logan’s face lost its color. “Is that from him?”
    “It must’ve arrived in the mail yesterday. I found it this morning, and it’s lovely.”
    “What’s it say?”
    She smiled smugly, holding the note against her chest. “That I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He thinks about me constantly, even when we’re not together, and can’t tear his eyes away from me.”
    “Does that mean he’s watching you now?”
    “The note didn’t say he watches me every minute.” Shivers danced up Veronica’s arms. “The notes aren’t creepy. They’re sweet.”
    “They’re only sweet if the guy makes a move. If he sits in the shadows watching you, it’s pervy.” Logan made a move for the note, but she jerked away. “What’s on the back? Is that…blood?”
    “Oh, don’t get your panties in a wad.” She frowned, looking at the light-red smudges that marred the back. “The note was written in red ink. It’s not blood. It’s stains from the pen.”
    “Unless he wrote the note in blood.”
    “Listen to you! You’re crazy!”
    He reached for the note again, so Veronica shoved it in her bag and zipped it closed.
    God, she didn’t have time to go round and round with Logan, or call her sister to find out what Jake was keeping from her. She was going to be late for her appointment, and she was never late.
    “I don’t have time for this,” she said, swinging the door open. “You need to leave.”
    The door jingled, signaling their entrance. Logan followed on her heels, holding the door open for her. “Not that simple,” he said. “Jake hired me to do a job and it isn’t finished yet. Now more than ever, you need me.”
    “I don’t need anyone. Especially you.” As a round woman wearing a green apron and a wide smile emerged from the back, Veronica laughed. “I’m sure you can leave. It’s not like Patsy is my secret admirer.”
    Ignoring Logan’s presence completely, Veronica pulled her iPad out of her bag, set it on a small oval table near the front window, and took a seat. Logan sat beside her, sneezed, then gave his nose a hard rub.
    “You okay?” she asked, glaring at him. “Any harder and you’re going to rub your nose off.”
    “I’m allergic to flowers.” He sneezed.
    “Then leave.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Then,” she said, channeling her best Donald Trump with an arching brow, “you’re fired. Now go home.”
    He smirked. “Cute, but you’re not the one who hired me.”
    Why wouldn’t he leave? Every time she looked at him she thought about his body over hers, his muscles covered with a thin sheen of sweat, the way his jaw clenched right before he was about to—
    “Fine. Stay here and sneeze.” If he didn’t want to leave, Veronica wanted Logan itchy, sneezy, and uncomfortable. Nothing too serious, just enough to drive him nuts. Maybe then he’d know what it felt like.
    “Good morning, darlin’!” Patsy said, coming around the counter. “What brings you to me first thing this morning?”
    Patsy had thinning blond hair, pudgy cheeks, dirt lining her nail beds, and glasses that were permanently placed on the edge of her nose. She was the best florist in the area. Hands down. The shop was small