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  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

Dana beat Charlotte to the cabinet and pulled out four shoe boxes, tipping the first one open. “Oh,” she gasped, pulling out a sparkling light-gold high heel with a winding strap across the front. “This is gorgeous.”

“I figured the metallic gold would class up the outfit and play well off the green and purple.” Katie looked down at her bare knees. “Also, I assumed we’d all wear our gold crosses and the gold earrings Great-Grandma May gave us for our eighteenth birthdays, so that’ll tie it all together.”

Dana grinned, feeling lighter for the first time in too long. She’d missed her sisters. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

“Now.” Lissa grinned. “Katie, fix Dana’s makeup, would you? We need to get that slumbering wolf to wake up and howl.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

Wolfe had helped with the chairs and then found his assigned hotel room, changing into the suit that Dana had said was perfect before heading back outside. He’d also shaved. Ties weren’t his thing, but he could handle one for a few hours. He looked out over the wide swath of white chairs facing a gazebo in front of the winding river. Trees on the other side made for a nice backdrop. Many people had already been seated, and music played softly through speakers set unobtrusively around the area. A breeze wandered through, and with a slight cloud cover, it wasn’t too hot.

He felt mildly guilty at locking Roscoe in his room on the second floor after sneaking the pooch up the back stairs, but dogs weren’t usually allowed at weddings. He’d googled it earlier.

Where should he sit? Was there a spot for a kinda friend, not really date, of a bridesmaid who had unprotected sex with her after being drugged at a BDSM party? He doubted it.

“Hey.” A gray-haired guy, broad across the chest and with Dana’s green eyes, came up from the side. “I didn’t get a chance earlier to thank you for helping with the chairs. The woman barking orders is my not-so-sweet sister, Roberta, and we try not to piss her off.” He held out a beefy hand. “I’m Mitch Mulberry.”

“Clarence Wolfe.” Wolfe shook, impressed by the man’s strength.

Mitch released him and turned to look at the chairs. “My wife wants me to check you out. You have good intentions toward my daughter?”

“Always.” Even though Dana and he might not agree upon those intentions.

“Good.” Mitch slapped him on the back. “Why don’t you come sit up front with me? You’re a big guy. If things go south, you can block the way while I run.” He tugged on his tie. “I hate dressing up. How about you?”