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the families decided that the steak house would be the perfect venue for the rehearsal dinner. I had looked for Leigh during the actual rehearsal, but hadn’t seen her or sensed her. If she had watched the proceedings, she had done so from a hidden corner somewhere out of smelling range. My wolf had begged me to ask Dave about her, had fought the urge since the second I had dropped her at her hotel room, to seek her out, to take her.
    In the hour between the rehearsal and the dinner, I had slipped away to see if I could catch her scent in the hopes of pretending to run into her somewhere, but all I got was the hours old smell of her in the lobby and in the elevator we took to her floor. I took that same elevator and got off down the hall from her room. Her scent was stronger there and was an indication that she hadn’t left her room since she got there. I paced the long hall for about ten minutes, trying to gather the nerve to knock on her door, and just when I thought I would, Dave called wanting to know where I was. Even though I had wanted to throttle him for the second time that day for interrupting me while I contemplated all the ways I would have Leigh, he was a nervous wreck and needed a drink, and I couldn’t deny him.
    Leigh didn’t slip from my mind completely after that, but when I got to the bar in the restaurant we would be eating at and saw how pale my friend was, I shoved everything else out of my mind and focused on him. He wasn’t nervous about marrying Danielle. He loved her, but his family was stressing him about everything. He and Danielle wanted to live outside pack territory for a little while, they didn’t want to start a family right away, and when they did move back to pack land, they wanted to live away from both of their families—all things his family and the Council were having a fit over.
    “You look about as bad as I feel,” Dave said, when I took a seat beside him at the bar. “Want to talk about it?”
    “Nope. There’s nothing to discuss. Today’s all about you. You want to tell me what’s bothering you?” I asked, ordering a Coors Light from the bartender.
    “Nope,” he said, mimicking me. “I just want to drink.”
    “Don’t drink too much. This night isn’t over.”
    “I know. Why did you have to talk me into having my bachelor party last weekend? Tonight I could really use that kind of a release.”
    “Because I didn’t want you puking all down the front of Danielle’s pretty dress tomorrow morning. She wouldn’t forgive either one of us if that happened.”
    “No, she wouldn’t. Thanks for that. We did get pissed, and I did spend all day Saturday sick to my stomach. I thought we had better constitutions than that.”
    “Usually we do. You just set out to see if you could get that drunk. That liquor store we went to probably closed after we left…you spent so much money. And that was on top of what was already waiting for us at the cabin. I bet you won’t do that again, will you?”
    “Not on your life. I thought I was dying.”
    “For a second there I thought you were as well. I’m glad you lived. Danielle would have taken my balls for that.” We both burst into laughter until a familiar voice spoke behind us, freezing our expressions.
    “I would have taken your balls for what?” Danielle asked, stepping in between us and looking at me.
    “Nothing,” I said, trying not to look at Dave’s shaking head behind her.
    She narrowed her eyes at me, but I held strong.
    “Dave, what did your friend do and to whom did he do it to?” she asked, turning to her husband-to-be.
    “Ryan didn’t do anything to anyone.”
    “Then what am I missing?”
    “We were talking about last weekend.”
    “And…”
    Sighing, Dave said, “We were talking about how much we drank. And Ryan was saying that if he had let me have too much to drink that night you would have had his balls.”
    “This is true,” she said, grabbing Dave’s beer and downing the last half of it