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

and Veronica sat at the table, the stronger the smell of anger became. When Veronica had faced him, swiveling around to play up her gorgeous assets, the unmistakable scent of jealousy smacked into him like a rancid gust of wind.
    Since he couldn’t determine which of the guys at the locks was the stalker, he’d ushered Veronica out of there as quickly as possible.
    There was no messing around anymore.
    Logan had told Veronica he was going to send her latest note to a guy for analysis, but it wasn’t necessary. He could pick up the traces of blood from where he stood in front of the flower shop. The sick bastard had written the “love note” with his own blood.
    Pulling in behind her, Logan parked on the street in front of the Veronica Vale Weddings offices. She climbed out of her car, tugged down her skirt, and slammed the door behind her. He didn’t know why they were at her office, but this was a hell of a lot better than sneaking down the street and watching her from afar. He pushed the front door open wide and held his breath as she swept by.
    At the front counter, a secretary held out a puffy white envelope, the kind that people used to send pictures or small valuables. “For you, Miss Vale,” she said. “It came in with this morning’s mail drop.”
    Taking the envelope, Veronica opened it up and reached inside. She pulled out a white postcard, read, and stopped.
    “Logan.” Her voice shook. “Read this.”
    He grabbed the card and read: You looked radiant today, but you always do. I’m more convinced than ever that we’d be perfect together. The time is coming for us to meet. I’ll see you at your sister’s wedding this weekend. Until then…
    “He’ll be at my sister’s wedding.” Veronica covered her mouth with her hand.
    “Not really.” Logan flicked the edge of the card. This one was written in the same fine blood print as the last one. What’d the guy do? Drain his blood and then siphon it into a ballpoint? “Your sister’s wedding is next weekend. Is he planning to meet you this weekend at the Sanchez wedding, or next weekend at your sister’s?”
    “Oh.” She started down the winding hall to the right, toward her office. “I hadn’t read it that carefully.”
    “As Pussy from Floral and Fauna would say”—Logan winked, though waves of anxiety sloshed in his stomach.—“there’s a simple solution to the problem.”
    She unlocked her office and stepped inside. The room was spacious, with bushy ficus trees in each corner and a cherrywood desk in the center. Pink roses filling tall glass vases perched on each edge, facing two leather-wrapped chairs for potential clients to kick back and get their wedding questions answered.
    “And that is?” she asked, sliding into the seat behind her desk.
    “Don’t go to the Sanchez wedding and help me find him before your sister’s.”
    She cringed. “I have to go. It’s the biggest event in Seattle. Two hundred and fifty people are going to be there.”
    Logan leaned back in one of the chairs across from her desk. “I don’t think you understand the danger you’re in.” When she didn’t speak, he continued. “Fine. You’ll need to follow the same routine, as if you didn’t know someone was watching. But you have to be hyperaware of your surroundings at all times. If you spot anything out of the ordinary, let me know immediately.”
    “What am I supposed to be looking for?” Veronica asked, fiddling with the edges of the envelope. “I don’t even know.”
    “Anyone who follows you or holds eye contact a little too long is suspect. Likewise, look for someone darting out of your path too suddenly or averting eye contact when you’re holding it.”
    She whacked the envelope against the desk. “So basically, look for anyone doing anything. Boy, that’s helpful.”
    “I know it sounds overwhelming, but that’s why Jake hired me to help.”
    When Veronica’s fingers skimmed the bottom of the envelope, she frowned.
    “What