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

Owenses’ home. It was a mansion of glass, with an open floor plan and a lap pool stretching through the center of the home. Bridges spanned the pool, connecting the kitchen and living room to the bedrooms and office. It was the most amazing home he’d ever seen.
    In this environment, surrounded by fifty or so high-ranking members of the Enforcement Bureau, Carter expected Faith to stumble or freeze up.
    Surprisingly, she didn’t do either.
    She introduced herself to the captain and members of the council as Carter’s fiancée, smiling and talking effortlessly. It actually felt comfortable to have her arm snaked through his. Although they could’ve remained indoors, where a few members were gathering around the hearth, the party was centralized in the backyard. A large, tri-level patio lit with tiny white lights ended at a small section of beach. Looking out, a private dock stretched into Lake Washington.
    “You’re doing great,” he said, escorting her onto the patio.
    “I’m so nervous, I’m sweating.”
    Pressing his hand against the small of her back, he leaned in close and whispered, “I can’t tell.”
    She smelled sweet. Soft. Like she’d just gotten out of the shower. He thought making the switch from friend to girlfriend was going to be uncomfortable, but he was wrong. Touching her back was easy. He didn’t hesitate or question whether it looked right. And he breathed in the rose-scented fragrance in her hair, like a lover would do to his partner, without even realizing it.
    “I could use a drink.” She brushed her hands up and down her arms. “Or two.”
    Hadn’t she just said she was sweating? If he wasn’t mistaken, goose bumps were blooming over her skin.
    He escorted her to a bar situated in front of a line of trees. The home wasn’t adjacent to a forest, but there were enough trees to provide shadow and cover from the homes next door.
    “Vodka cranberry for the lady,” he ordered. “I’ll take a Crown and Coke.”
    The bartender mixed quickly and slid them over.
    “Carter Griffin, there you are,” a male voice said from behind him.
    He turned. Nate looked presentable, as he always did. Black suit and skinny tie. Hair buzzed short. They shook hands as Nate gave Carter a wide, pompous grin.
    “Good to see you,” Carter said. “This is my fiancée, Faith Hamilton.”
    “So you’re the worthy competition,” she said, extending her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
    “Pleasure’s mine.” Instead of shaking, Nate turned her hand over and kissed her knuckles.
    Carter had the uncanny urge to growl in disapproval. He dismissed the reaction as ridiculous and shoved his hands in his pockets to stop from hauling Faith against him.
    “Carter,” Nate said. “I think you’ve met my fiancée.”
    “I have?”
    “Pumpkin?” Nate called to a woman in red silk standing a few feet away, her back to them. A waterfall of blond hair cascaded down her back. And where her hair ended, the fabric of the dress was cut away, revealing a wolf paw-print tattoo.
    When she turned, Carter froze.
    Nate draped his arm over her shoulder. “Paisely Brooks.”
    Yeah, Carter had more than met the model-turned-actress. They went out a few months back, and had a few bouts between the sheets before he’d called it quits.
    She pursed her bright red lips before pulling them back into a smile. “Good to see you, Carter. I haven’t seen you since that night at Cosmo’s. I was at the bar for a few minutes, turned around, and you’d just disappeared on me. I didn’t know what happened.”
    He wasn’t about to sit around and watch her flirt with every other man in the bar. That’s what happened.
    “I realized I had a better deal waiting for me somewhere else.” Giving in to the urge surging through his veins, he tugged Faith against him. “This is my fiancée, Faith.”
    “Oh.” Paisely set her martini on the bar and extended her hand. “Lovely to meet you.”
    “Same here.” Faith smiled, though