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wasn’t angry because he had to make an extra stop before going to his floor. That seemed like a petty thing to be ill about considering how nice he had been in helping me.
    “Fucking bastards,” he mumbled a few seconds later, then hit the button for the thirteenth floor.
    Did he mean my family…or Dave’s, I wondered. Surely not, but who could he mean? The plural “s” told me he wasn’t talking about me, so I didn’t think I was the one he was upset with, but why he would be upset on my behalf, I didn’t know.
    Ryan didn’t say another word throughout the elevator ride up to my floor. He let me exit first, so I held the door while he maneuvered the cart out. I pointed him in the direction of my room, and we walked in silence. At my door, he took my key card and let himself in. I followed, pushing the cart. Before I could say or do anything, he carried my two garment bags to the closet, and while I was carrying my toiletry bag to the bathroom, he sat my two suitcases on the bed.
    “Do you need help with anything else?” he asked as I removed the gift bags and set them on the small, round table by the tiny kitchen.
    “No, thank you,” I said, unable to make eye contact with him. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I did see him take a hesitant step toward me with his hand reached out as if to touch me. I held my breath in anticipation of feeling his hand on my bare arm.
    Before he could touch me—to my relief and disappointment—his cell phone went off, playing Metallica’s The Unforgiven II . A man after my heart, I thought and smiled.
    Ryan cursed, said goodbye, and left. Through the door, I heard him answer the phone with a gruff, “Hello.”
    I slumped in the nearest seat and let out the breath I had been holding.
     

 
     
    Chapter 5 ~ I Do
     
     
    ~~~Ryan~~~
     
     
    On more than one occasion throughout the nearly twenty minute ceremony, I told myself that if I ever got married I would have the shortest wedding possible. I did my best to pay attention to Dave and Danielle, but my eyes kept going back to Leigh. I’m not a sentimentalist, but on occasion, since Dave told me he was going to propose, I have thought about what it would be like to settle down. Standing there, though, listening to the vows and watching Leigh watch her sister made me think seriously about it, long for it more than I thought I would.
    I wouldn’t allow any of the people there, aside from Dave and Danielle, at my wedding. I didn’t even think I would invite my parents after some of the things they’ve said about Leigh over the past few weeks—not that I understood that I was factoring Leigh into my wedding then. All of their hatred was more than I could stand, and I didn’t know if I wanted them in my life anymore.
    A few months before the wedding, I’d started talking to the son of an alpha of a pack east of Pine Hollow about joining his pack. Dave had contacted the son years earlier when contemplating leaving the pack to be with Danielle. His father’s pack had become more accepting of humans in the last year or so, and rumors said that another one of the alpha’s sons was married to a human woman.
    I wasn’t planning my life with Leigh right then. I didn’t even know if she felt anything for me, and I barely understood my feelings for her, but I did know that that event was my last straw with the Pine Hollow pack. The way Dave’s aunt had treated Leigh in the hotel lobby the day before was bad, but the way they had treated her at the rehearsal dinner that night was beyond ludicrous.
    The hotel has three restaurants its residents could eat at on top of what they can order and have brought to their room by the hotel’s kitchen: a gourmet deli only open from eleven to three and two high-class restaurants that are only open from four to midnight. One is more or less a steak house and the other focuses mainly on seafood and oriental food.
    As shapeshifters with high metabolisms, we eat a great deal of meat, so