Dueling Moons: A Pat Wyatt Novel (The Pat Wyatt Series Book 2) by Laura Del

his towel fell to the floor, and then I laughed so hard I fell backwards onto the couch.
    Mike picked up the towel, wrapping it around his waist again. “I hope Chrissie will be as happy as you are.”
    I took a deep breath, regaining my composure. “Me, too.”
    “Speakin’ of the marital process,” Mike said as he walked into the bedroom. “What would you like to do in order to celebrate your freedom?”
    I couldn’t tell him that what I really wanted to do was fly back to New York City and see Tina so we could celebrate together. But if I said that — hell , if I even mentioned that — he would have shot me down.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess we could stay in and order something for dinner.”
    “That sounds great, bébé,” he said, walking out of the bedroom. I whistled when he came out in a dark gray suit, white dress shirt, and red striped tie. He looked so great in suits, and I never understood why he didn’t like wearing them. “But right now,” he continued, “I have a job interview to go to.”
    “I can see that,” I said, getting up off the couch and walking over to him. “When do you have to be there?”
    He gulped when I placed my hands on his chest. “ Twelve - thirty .”
    “What time is it now, Mr. Wolf?” I asked, pulling on his tie.
    “ Nine - thirty ,” he whispered against my forehead. I hadn’t realized that I had been gone that long. “But I want to get there early.”
    I smiled up at him, biting my lip as I felt his heart beat faster under my hands. “I’ll drive you, and you’ll be there with time to spare.”
    “So you’re keeping the car?” he squeaked, and I knew that he was all hot and bothered.
    “For now. But if you put the ring back in the envelope, I’ll send that back right away.”
    He nodded while I loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll do that.” He told me.
    “Why don’t we go into the bedroom,” I whispered against his lips, “and go over those divorce papers?”
    “Why would we —?” I interrupted him by going on my tiptoes and kissing him. “Oh,” he said as it clicked, and wrapped his arms around me. We walked into the bedroom together, and when we were laying on the bed, he said, “Listen, instead of orderin’ in, why don’t we go to this social gatherin’ tonight to celebrate further?”
    “What kind of social gathering?” I asked, as I took his tie completely off, throwing it on the floor.
    “A werewolf party,” he said carefully.
    “Sure,” I agreed, and he looked stunned. “Whatever you say, Mr. Wolf.”

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    SEVEN
    “How do I look?” I asked as Mike walked in.
    I’d gone out while he was at his interview and bought something appropriately sexy for tonight’s werewolf festivities. It was an ivory cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline and a blue ribbon tied at its cinched waist. It didn’t have that stiff and itchy crinoline underneath, so it floated naturally above my curves, while the skirt went down to about mid - calf . I paired it with a cream - colored cardigan, which was not nearly warm enough for outdoor activities, but I figured it would do when I started to dance.
    The sales lady said that I looked like a brunette Grace Kelly, so that inspired me when I did my hair and make - up . I pinned my hair on both sides, making sure that the left side cascaded down my back while the right came over my shoulder in beautiful curls. My make - up was light and shimmery with just a hint of blush on each cheek, mineral powder for shine, and black mascara with a little eyeliner and a hint of green eye shadow.
    Hey, just because I don’t like wearing the stuff, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to put it on.
    Mike smiled as he shut the door. “You look amazin’. Are you wearin’ that tonight?”
    “No, I’m wearing it for my own amusement,” I responded sarcastically. “Of course, I’m wearing it for tonight. Don’t you like it?”
    “I love it,” he told me carefully. “But