So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller

the moon, his shifts were mostly driven by extreme emotions, such as anger or grief. Did he date both born and turned wolves?
    “I remember how Vixienne used to act when you went out with her,” she said. “If that’s what you want, that’s who I’ll be.”
    He looked at her, his light eyes piercing her through the dark. “If I wanted Vixienne at my side, I would’ve asked her to marry me.”
    “That’s sweet of you to say.”
    He’d probably lost her number.
    As he turned down Faben Drive, rows of cars appeared on either side of the road. He parallel-parked his Tahoe between two Porsches, killed the engine, and turned to her.
    He was so breathtakingly handsome, it nearly pained her to look at him. His dark hair was cut short, but the nearby streetlight still managed to pick up shades of chestnut and auburn in the strands. His cheekbones were high and defined, his jaw a thick length of bone that supported a set of plush lips that she’d dreamed of kissing on more than one occasion. Those lips were too sensual, too enticing. He was probably an amazing kisser. It was his eyes, though, that held her captive. They were ice blue, the color of the purest glacier, yet they weren’t cold. They radiated warmth straight to her core.
    “There’s only one thing left to do,” he said, and dug into the pocket inside his tuxedo jacket. “It would look funny if I’d asked you to marry me without giving you a ring.”
    Her breath hitched as he pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to her. Holding it in her palm, Faith got the feeling that this was it. She was standing on a precipice, looking out over the vast span of her future with Carter. They’d be married. She’d be a wife and have a husband who worked for the Enforcement Bureau. The future looked bright, when painted that way.
    Only as soon as he got the promotion and established himself, she’d be divorced. And alone.
    Her heart stuttered as she flipped open the lid. The ring was white gold or maybe platinum. Simple band with a small square diamond in the center. It was cute. Modest.
    “Didn’t want anything too extravagant,” he said. “Do you like it?”
    “Sure. Of course.”
    Absentmindedly, Faith wondered what kind of ring Carter had bought his ex-wife. Was he the excessive, shower-your-woman-with-jewels kind of guy? Or was he the subtle, sweet kind of boyfriend who didn’t think the depth of his love equated to the size of the diamond sitting on his woman’s finger? He talked about his girlfriends on Friday nights, but the conversations usually hovered around their clinginess or desire to settle down. He never really talked about how he treated them .
    She plucked the ring from its velvet bed and slipped it on her finger. It was loose, but wouldn’t fall off. It felt odd. Misplaced. Probably because the engagement was fake. Better get used to this feeling. She’d probably feel odd and misplaced at Carter’s side all night.
    “If it needs to be resized,” Carter said, “I can take it in later.”
    “I think it’s fine.” She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t meet his eyes. This was all too awkward. Couldn’t they go back to being friends? On impulse, she leaned over and gave him an elbow to the gut. “Thanks.”
    “No, thank you for doing this. I would’ve been up shit creek without you.” He smirked, revealing a tiny dimple on his left cheek. “We should probably get in there. Ready?”
    After taking a deep breath, Faith willed confidence to fill her. She spun the ring on her finger and glanced at Carter out of the corner of her eye. He looked as nervous as she felt.
    Be someone else. Play the part.
    “You’re going to get the job,” she said, channeling the sexy-cool confidence of someone she wasn’t. “I’ll make sure of it.”
    He pulled back his shoulders. “Then let’s do this.”

Chapter Eight
    Carter took Faith’s arm, aware of the heat her body emanated as she pressed against him, and led her through the