Page 77 of Bruised MC Bear

“Yeah. Right.”

“I still haven’t gotten over the fact that you kept me in the dark. You didn’t admit it to me until after I told you about Axe. Wait, would you have kept it a secret if Axe and I hadn’t hooked up?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably.”

“Sonya!” she whined, play-punching my arm.

“At least I’m not lying.”

“It still hurts. Anyway, we’re in Vegas, and it’s Halloween—”

“And the full moon is tomorrow,” I blurted out.

“I was just about to add that part. But you know what? Anything goes.”

“Anything except allowing myself to shift tomorrow. That would put a monkey wrench in your wedding, having a wolf at your side as maid of honor.”

“I’m sure stranger things have happened at the Happy Hearts Wedding Chapel.”

“True. Angel, you really should have told me about Vincent before, you know.”

“And ruin the surprise? I wish I could have seen your face when you realized what he was.” She saw the scowl on my face and leaned into my shoulders. “Cheer up. I still love ya.”

“Whatever.”

“By the way, are the rumors true? I hear that vamp sex is out of this world.”

“So is shifter sex, but I’m sure I don’t have to confirm that for you, Miss Angel Kessler, soon to be Angel‘Misses-Bear-Shifter-Wife’Voltaire.” I pulled her in for a hug. “Forget about my vampire shenanigans for a minute. You’re getting married! I’m so happy for you, love. And I’m thrilled that we get to spend some time together for the next couple of days.”

“Awww, thanks honey. Hey, come over to my suite so you can see the dress!”

“It’s here?”

“Of course. The bellhop helped me get everything to my room before I saw you coming out of Vincent’s place.”

“Sweet. Let’s go.” I got to my feet and pulled her to stand up. “Wait. Before we get too carried away. Do you mind if I skip out on dinner tonight? I’m so beat, and the jetlag is really wreaking havoc on my … on everything, solid judgment included.”

She studied me carefully. “This is about Vincent, isn’t it?”

“Not really—”

“You can’t avoid him all weekend.”

“I know. I promise I won’t. Just tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll be all chipper and friendly.”

“Oh all right.”

I grinned, finally looking forward to some girl-time with my bestie. “I’ll make it up to you. Tonight, I plan to make you so shit-faced drunk, you’ll wake up tomorrow thinking you had male stripper ass all night.”

“That’s what I call a Vegas bachelorette party, baby! Let’s make it memorable.”

We went to her suite, which was the door opposite to mine.

Great.

I was off the hook tonight.

The less interaction with Mr. Lovervamp, the better.