Sh. I can read you clearly without words, my darling. And yes, werewolf, as well as other creatures you’ve never heard of. They all exist.
Cara cleared her throat and said, “Hey, if you two want to be alone to trade dream-eyed and admiring looks with each other, we could leave.” That caused Sammy to give Cara an elbow in the ribs, but it also got our attention.
Simone rolled her eyes and then stood up. “Come, ladies. It is time to tour the groups of men. Let us attempt to find some suitable dance partners.”
That seemed acceptable to my best friends, and she and Sammy bolted after Simone, leaving Timothy and me at the table all alone, chairs scattered here and there in an ungainly sprawl.
As if they’d been waiting for their turn, hoping the three ladies would leave, Terry and Bob sauntered over.
“Boss, Penelope, Steve and Grant have taken over our posts, and we’ll be getting some dinner now, but we just wanted to stop by and . . .” Bob began.
“We wanted to congratulate you, Mrs. Caldwell, and to give our best wishes for a long life and happiness,” Terry added.
I was just about to thank them, when I saw a wispy vision of fuzzy gray ears and a muzzle, and in the background a wagging tail, furry as . . . a wolf. I blinked several times and the image went away. Was that due to all the excitement of the wedding? Was I hallucinating now? But it had looked real. It had looked like . . .
I gasped. “I think you’re . . .” I clamped my mouth shut, aware that there were still humans nearby. But once your eyes open fully, apparently you can’t unsee something you’ve just seen. I’d focused on Bob’s alternate self and saw the similarities to Terry’s, only Bob was a white wolf. A beautifully furry and awesome white wolf.
“All those times you growled . . . I thought, I thought your voices were just gravely from strain, from Mr. Peterson coming over to our table . . . But that wasn’t the truth of it,” I whispered.
Even though I’d barely breathed out that thought, I realized that I was talking too much. I understood, but Timothy and the guards had not tried to stop me.
“It was hard hiding from you,” Bob gushed. “We wanted you to know. But Mr. Caldwell said . . .”
“I said she wasn’t ready, but she is now. She is becoming aware,” Timothy said.
Terry, not one to shower us with words, interrupted then. “Dinner,” he said, then added, “Replacements have been added, Boss. Ricardo is set to drive. Bob and I, we . . .” he glanced at me, stopped for a moment, then said. “We await further orders.”
Cagey, but I knew what it meant. The guys would be accompanying us when we left for our honeymoon.