Free A Highland Werewolf Wedding by Terry Spear

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     Elaine did.
    Again he forced himself to look away, remembering the way the gown she’d worn in St.
     Andrews had hidden all her curves. The times sure had changed. He was damned glad
     he was the only one witnessing the way she looked right now, though. He didn’t want
     another male wolf salivating over her like he was doing.
    She unzipped the suitcase and pulled out a pair of boots, snagged a long raincoat,
     then turned back around. She sat back down on the seat. He eyed the raincoat.
    Chin tilted down, she gave him an annoyed look. “Yeah. I had a heavy-duty raincoat
     with me. You pulled me out of the car so fast at the church, complaining we were late
     to the wedding that only you had planned to attend, that I didn’t have a chance to grab my coat.”
    An uncomfortable guilt washed over him. He should have asked. He should have considered
     the weather and how she could be affected by it.
    Not about to admit it, he said instead, “Good. I’m glad you’re more prepared. I wouldn’t
     take you up there wearing that slinky dress or those high-heeled shoes and…” He considered
     her dress and couldn’t help looking at the way the fabric was plastered against her
     rigid nipples or the way he could even see the indent in her belly button, which was
     just as sexy. “You’d freeze to death.”
    “I accept your apology,” she quickly said, brows raised, challenging him to contradict
     her.
    One corner of his mouth quirked up.
    “I’ll be fine. What about yourself?” she continued, as if he had admitted he had apologized to her and the issue was no longer important.
    He smiled. The she-wolf was a treasure.
    “Wool kilt. Water repellent. I’ll remove my jacket and vest.”
    She sighed, eyeing his torso. “You could take off your shirt.” She focused her brown
     eyes on his shirt, as if she was ready to help him remove it and wanted to see how
     he looked in just a kilt.
    She could take off her dress, too, he was thinking.
    What he found most engaging was that she wouldn’t meet his eyes.
    When he didn’t say anything, waiting for her to look into his gaze and fighting the
     urge to grin at her, she looked up, her eyes wide and innocent. There was no earthly
     way that the lass had been thinking purely innocent thoughts.
    Her cheeks blossomed with color. “It’s not waterproof. Your shirt, I mean,” she explained.
    “A good point.” He was still smiling, loving the way he could read her feelings so
     easily.
    “All right.” She slipped off her soaking-wet pumps and pulled on her boots while he
     struggled to get out of his jacket and vest in the confined space between the driver’s
     seat and steering wheel. She tugged the raincoat over her arms and buttoned it up,
     glancing at him to see if he’d removed his shirt yet.
    He was in the process of unbuttoning it, but when she looked at him with such keen
     interest and anticipation, he felt his pheromones taking over again. Just her watching
     him strip half naked had the darnedest effect on him. He would have felt smug, hearing
     the way her heartbeat had accelerated, indicating her intrigue, except that his heart
     was thumping just as rapidly, revealing how much he was just as intrigued.
    As if she was reminding him of where this was going—and that this was not something
     more, like him removing his kilt next and then her coat and dress—she pulled the hood
     of her coat over her head.
    That made him remember how the hood of her cloak had hid most of her features when
     she was but a young lass. In that instant, he felt the fates had smiled on him. He
     couldn’t have protected her before, but he would help her this time.
    He pulled off his shirt, and her gaze shifted to his torso. For an instant, he felt
     like he was on a wolf’s version of the marriage mart. A mate mart instead. Did he
     meet her expectations?
    Keeping a straight face, he flexed his muscles a bit, and her gaze shot up to his.
     Her cheeks instantly filled with