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Sleep in Saturdays and Not Gonna See You Sundays.
    “Ugh. Bridal appointments,” Emma groaned. “Call me if it needs to be Wine Night. But not Wine Night Turns Lesbian Fuckfest. We’re not in college anymore and my strap-on bro—”
    “Anyway.” She wasn’t going there and redirected the conversation. “No hot date? What about…”
    Emma snorted. “He knows how to get head, not give it.”
    Not everyone in the world understood the acronym TMI. Emma was one of them. “Nice. Thanks for the over share.”
    “Whatever.” Her friend rolled her eyes.
    Shaking her head, Tilly turned away from the counter and headed for the front door. She really did have a wedding consult in fifteen minutes and despite the fact her bakery was only three shops down, she needed time to psych herself up for it. It was super hard to be around someone who was sugary sweet happy about an impending wedding when her own was nowhere on the horizon.
    As soon as I ship Phee off to college, it’ll be all about me and finding Mr. Right. Or Mr. Good in the Sack until Mr. Right shows up.
    For now, she was too afraid to focus on anything other than making sure her sister’s life stayed on the straight and narrow. Making sure she didn’t end up seventeen and pregnant like their mother had with Tilly.
    Phoebe was not becoming a statistic.
    “I’ll call you later!” Tilly waved over her shoulder.
    “Wait!” Emma’s footsteps were light and fast over the carpet. “Don’t forget your panties!”
    “Dude. That was a joke .”
    Mostly. Ever since her phone-a-friend freak out, Emma had been trying to shove panties in her hands. Lacy ones, frilly ones, crotchless ones…
    This time, she was successful because the friggin’ bag was already stuffed with tissue paper and probably held a good half-dozen bits of fabric. “Emma…”
    “Seriously. Put them in your desk drawer if you want to, but if Mitchell Blake comes around again.” Or talked to her because the man had a voice like sin. “You might need them.”
    “Fine,” Tilly grumbled. She hated when Emma was right.
    Mainly because ever since meeting Mitchell in the bakery and then seeing all of him outside the pack house, she’d been able to do nothing but think about him. And change her panties. And then wonder where she could accidentally on purpose run into him. But she wasn’t desperate or anything. At all. She also didn’t wonder if he’d be a “kick outta bed” guy or a “tie him to the bed and never let him escape because OMG orgasms” kind of guy.
    She should buy silver handcuffs to be on the safe side so when she captured him, he stayed captured.
    No, bad Tilly. Bad.
    Her cat purred back at her. Good Tilly. Good.
    It wasn’t bad enough she craved him, but her cat was all about rubbing on him as if he were the most concentrated, most wonderful catnip known to Catdom.
    “Gimme the damn things,” she mock snarled at her BFF and tugged on the shop’s door, intent on escaping before Emma could…
    “I made sure at least two pair are crotchless for easy access, but if you start getting hot and bothered, you should think about a preemptive panty swap so you don’t get your Want-a-Man-Juice on the furniture.”
    And that was the moment Tilly stepped outside and crashed against the one man who made her Want-a-Man-Juice flow like a damned river. She didn’t care if the description was gross or not. It was fucking accurate. One look, one sound from him and it was over. Panties were officially a goner and her pussy clenched. Just looking into those blue, blue, goddamned blue eyes and she wanted him. Then he had to go and lick his lips.
    Tilly’s cat was rolling all over the floor in her mind, baring her belly to the alpha wolf and simply begging for his touch. It ached to pounce and claim the man, but she was okay with letting him have his way the first round. They would lull him into a false sense of security and then attack before he realized he was their mate.
    Nom. Nom. Nom.