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his?”
    Bridget
forced her face into a neutral expression. “His jeans are tight? I never
noticed.”
    “Liar.
I totally saw you checking out his butt a few weeks ago. He’s way out of my league, but I have to
admit he’s rather yummy. I’ve had a crush on him since I was just a kid, but
he’s never noticed me as anything other than a pack mate. And that’s the way it
should be. I’m not strong enough to mate with the alpha.”
    Bridget’s
stomach churned, but there was no way she was jealous over Josette’s
infatuation with the alpha. No, it was probably just the whiskey sloshing
around in her stomach.
    “I
hadn’t really noticed him until he came barging into the church today and
ruined my wedding. My future.” Anger burned through her again as she thought
about the moment Micah had chased off her groom, leaving her standing at the
altar like an idiot. She’d led Paul around by his nose since they first started
dating. She never would have thought he’d jilt her. But then, she hadn’t
counted on a nosy wolf interfering in her life either.
    Josette’s
look said she clearly didn’t believe Bridget. So she might have checked out his
ass. And possibly wondered if his chest felt as muscular as it looked. Maybe wondered what it would feel like
to run her fingers through his hair … but not under penalty of death would she
ever admit to any of those things. Micah was all wrong for her. He was bossy
and too arrogant by far. She’d always liked her men meek and biddable. Even if that
wasn’t working out too well for her, it didn’t mean she was going to take on
the alpha. He was just too … everything. He’d have her screaming and pulling
out her hair within minutes of agreeing to sleep with him.
    But
if the rumors were to be believed, he’d also leave her in a puddle, a contented
puddle, completely boneless with just a kiss. She could only imagine how lethal
he was in the bedroom. Bridget shook her head, dislodging those wayward
thoughts. No, she wouldn’t think about Micah and a bedroom. That way led to
trouble, and she intended to avoid trouble at all costs.
    She
scanned the bar, everything blurring a bit. Just how much whiskey had she drunk?
    “What
are you looking for?” Josette asked.
    “The
lucky bastard who’s going home with me tonight.”
    Josette
shook her head. “No. I’m not letting you take home some random stranger just
because your ego took a hit today. But really, if you’d wanted a groom who
could face down an alpha wolf, you shouldn’t have picked someone so spineless.
I’m the weakest in my pack and I could have taken Paul.”
    Bridget
snorted at the image. “Yeah, I bet you could have. Guess we’ll never know now.
He’s probably three states away. Chicken-shit.”
    “Come
on, Bridget. Let’s get you home and tucked into bed. You know what you really
want to do is curl up in that nice big bed of yours and sleep it off. You’re
going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.”
    Bridget
waved a hand. “Nothing I can’t handle. I’ll just suck down my morning-after
concoction and I’ll be right as rain.”
    “We’ll
see.” Josette helped Bridget off her stool and wrapped an arm around her waist,
guiding her toward the door.
    “Wait!
I have to pay,” Bridget said, fumbling for her purse. She pulled out a wad of
cash and thrust it toward Max. “If that isn’t enough, I’ll pay the rest when I
come back. You know I’m good for it.”
    Max
accepted the crushed bills and waved her away. “Something tells me I’ll be
seeing you again sometime this week.”
    Bridget
gave him a smile as she wobbled on her heels. She let Josette guide her
outside, but when she started toward her car, the wolf pulled her in the other
direction.
    “No
way am I letting you drive in this condition,” Josette said. “You’d end up
killing someone, or yourself. You can’t even walk!”
    Bridget
grumbled under her breath, but let Josette lead her in the opposite direction.
She