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

happened to my sister, it’s liable to be immortalized in one of her books.”
    “Just checking.” Logan finished off his Coke and straddled the bench to face her. “Did she ask about the wedding planning?”
    “Yeah, but she wasn’t asking because she really cared. She was changing the subject.”
    “She must really trust that you’ll take care of everything.”
    “That’s not it.” She bit off a chunk of fried fish. “It’s because she always pushes everything off on me.”
    It’d always been this way. It didn’t take long for their parents to realize Veronica was the responsible one, the one they could trust to get things done right the first time. Guess it was easier to have Veronica clean and cook than it was to fix Leah’s mistakes time and time again. When they were in high school, Veronica was always stuck “helping” Leah with her homework. Translation? Leah got straight A’s, but if it hadn’t been for Veronica’s fancy handiwork—and texting answers to her from the bathroom during finals—those grades would’ve been in the toilet. Leah was too busy flirting with the quarterback of the football team to care about homework…so her parents had asked Veronica to help her out. It was no surprise that Leah pawned off the details of her wedding onto Veronica. Especially since Veronica owned the company. Bottom line: Veronica loved her sister, and since they’d lost their parents, they only had each other.
    Logan crushed his napkin in his fist. “Tell me, Veronica Vale of Veronica Vale Weddings, you surround yourself with bridal bliss all day long, every day of the week. Why haven’t you locked your chain around a groom’s ankle yet?”
    She shrugged. “Guess I haven’t found the right guy.”
    “Must not have been looking very long.”
    Was that a compliment? Was he saying she could find someone easily? “That’s not true. I’ve been keeping my eye open. I’ve always wanted to settle down and have a family. My sister, on the other hand, never wanted to get married. In two weeks, she’ll be off the market.”
    “Funny how things change when love gets in the way. Don’t worry, you’ll find someone soon enough. You can’t be more than…what? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?”
    “Twenty-seven.”
    “Ah, you’re still a pup.” Logan tensed. His shoulders pulled back, his jaw clenched, and he took deep breaths of air through his nose. Bizarre. He brushed crumbs off his hands and didn’t touch the rest of his lunch. He should’ve been starving—sneezing fits were sure to work up an appetite. “How long have you been in the wedding business?”
    “Five years.” She spun her empty Coke cup in her hand. “I started as an assistant for another local company, and built my client list off of recommendations.”
    “I’m sure you’ve got your wedding all planned out by now.”
    “Oh yeah,” Veronica said, as a family of four passed by their table. “I want it all: the big puffy dress, the cathedral train, the church, five hundred guests with table assignments. I’m ready.”
    Logan didn’t meet her eyes. “All lies.”
    “How would you know? I do want those things.”
    “Nah, you won’t have any of that.”
    She was lying, but how did he know? “If I’m planning weddings every weekend all year long, my own wedding should be spectacular—one to top them all, shouldn’t it?”
    When he finally met her gaze, his gray eyes burned hot. “I think that’s precisely the reason you’d want something small and intimate. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had thoughts of eloping.”
    She had . How did he know that about her? She’d never told anyone. Logan’s insight drew Veronica’s stomach tight. “I don’t think you know me, or what I want, at all.”
    The corner of his lips pulled into a smile, reminding Veronica of the bad boys she’d seen on TV when they were about to say something deviously sexy. “You’re right. I don’t know you. I don’t know what kind of