Free Betting on Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 2) by Roxie Noir Page A

and scooped Kirsten into his arms. She yelped as she put her arms around his neck, squeezing her eyes shut.
    “Want to get married?” Jack asked.
    Kirsten opened her eyes at last and stared at him.
    I can’t believe I just did that , Jack thought. She’s going to say no, of course she’s going to say no, this is insane—
    “You’re serious,” she said.
    Jack just nodded.
    “Yeah,” he said.
    She kicked her feet a little, then looked over at Houston, standing on her other side.
    She’s at least thinking about it, he thought.
    “You are too,” she said, reaching out one hand and touching the gray in his sideburn, just like she had in the taxi.
    “When you know, you know,” Houston said softly.
    “Okay,” she said at last.
    Jack felt his face break into a grin, and he kissed her hard, then kissed Houston over her. Then he carried Kirsten over to Elvis, still wearing the rhinestone sunglasses. Up close his wig was even more obvious, and he raised his eyebrows over the sunglasses.
    “All right,” Jack said. “Marry us.”
    “For real?” said Elvis, without a trace of his former accent.
    “For real,” said Houston, walking up behind Jack and putting a hand on his mate’s hip.
    “Hi,” Kirsten said to Houston, looking over Jack’s shoulder.
    “Hi,” Houston said, leaning down to kiss her.
    “Well, right this way!” said Elvis, his accent suddenly returning. He swept his cape out to one side, indicating a big wooden door. Houston opened it, letting Jack step through with Kirsten into a small chapel, complete with an altar, a few rows of pews, and two women dressed like showgirls milling around.
    Jack finally put Kirsten down and she took his arm, leaning against him. He still couldn’t quite believe what was happening, and had to rewind all the way to earlier that night: had they really found her, finally? Had she really agreed to hang out with them, sing karaoke, get drunk?
    Were they really getting married now?
    “All right,” said Elvis. “If you’ll step right this way, we’ve got a variety of packages to choose from with a number of attractive options...”
    Houston looked at a pamphlet for one second before pointing to something, then digging out his wallet and handing over a credit card.
    “Thankyouverymuch,” said Elvis, and next to Jack, Kirsten giggled.
    “Is that guy for real?” she whispered.
    “I think he is,” Jack whispered back.
    “This is awesome,” she whispered.
    In a whirlwind, they tried on rings and signed paperwork, and then Elvis ushered Houston and Jack up to the front of the chapel, leaving Kirsten behind with the two showgirls and a bouquet. They went through a door at the back, and then suddenly, the only thing that Jack could hear was his own heart pounding in his chest as he stood at the front, facing Houston, while Elvis fussed with some flower arrangements.
    He reached out for Houston’s hand and squeezed it, hard.
    “This feels crazy,” he said. “Good crazy. But crazy.”
    “I was always sure about you,” Houston said. “You were the one thing I was always sure about. Now there’s two.”
    Over speakers, Jack heard the opening strains of a song he didn’t recognize, until the lyrics started: Love me tender...
    He held his breath. The door at the back opened, and a moment later, the showgirls emerged, holding baskets of fake flower petals.
    Then Kirsten came out. She held a bouquet and had a veil clipped into her hair, her cheeks flushed pink.
    Jack thought it might be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
    After a few steps, she looked up at them, then waved.
    Jack waved back, then started laughing. By the time Kirsten reached them, with the two showgirls walking in front, tossing the fake petals, she was giggling nonstop, her face lit up from within.
    Then she was there, standing in front of Jack and Houston. One of her flower girls tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at the bouquet, and after a moment of confusion, Kirsten handed it