"You like?" "Is that a trick question?" I asked as I bit back my giggle. "Doll face," Dwayne informed me with raised brows, "this is all the rage right now. I'll let you borrow the gauchos whenever, but I'll probably destroy the top when I tear it from my body later." "Thanks, but I'll pass," I mumbled as I glanced around the clearing. "Where are the boys?" Dwayne asked, referring to Hank and Junior. "At the big house with their dad getting ready," I told him. We were on Hank and Junior's parents' property. The Wilsons owned several hundred acres of the most beautiful and lush land on the island. Magic hung thick in the air and I wrapped my arms around my waist and breathed it in. My wolf itched to come out and play. I hadn't shifted enough lately. Hank, Granny and I had shifted in Jamaica and played on the beach twice while Dwayne kept watch, but it wasn't the same as shifting with my Pack. "OMG," Dwayne whispered. "You should get married here. It's fabu." "You know what?
