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caused trouble.”
    “Poor guy. Guess he realized within thirty seconds how right he was.” Gigi sipped from her drink, her gaze stuck on the big wolf.
    “I need to talk to him,” Evva grumbled.
    “Cuffs?” Gigi frowned.
    “No. My husband.” Wow. It was so strange to say that. But he was her husband, and she had quite a few questions for him.
    “Oh,” Gigi finally broke off from her visual attachment to Cuffs and glanced at her. “I can help you there. Go stand by the entrance, and I’ll guide him your way.”
    “What are you going to do?” she asked, ready to do what Gigi suggested.
    “Tell him you’re ready to start your wedding night, and if he doesn’t hurry you’ll go on without him.”
    She laughed and tried to appear composed as she half-ran half-strolled to the door. She bit her tongue at every pause to say hello to someone and smile at a new congratulatory remark.
    Her breath tripped in her chest when she watched Gigi say something to Razor, motioning toward the door. He tipped back the champagne, swallowing the entire contents in the flute in a single swig, his gaze locked on her. Then he marched straight for her. People moved out of his way, the look in his eyes that of a predator ready for a chase. She gulped. What the hell had Gigi really said to him?
    He reached her within seconds, the blue ring around his silver eyes again. Heat and darkness swirled in those mercurial depths.
    “So...a little birdie tells me that you’re planning on starting the celebrations without me,” he said, his voice silky smooth and oh, so dangerous.
    “I don't think that would be in my best interest.” She swallowed hard. Damn, he was so sexy in that tux. Maybe she could get him to strip out of it. Slowly. Wait, what the hell was she doing thinking sex? She had questions that needed answers.
    “We need to talk.” She eyed the people over his shoulder. His friends watched them. One had humor written all over his face and dollar bills were being passed back and forth. “Are they betting at our reception?”
    The corner of his lips quirked. “There seems to be quite a book going, yes. Mostly on how long it’ll take us to disappear. Although Scales has an outside bet on me not waiting until we’re out of the door before I strip you naked and make you mine, and Peach over there is betting on you slapping me. In fact, I think he’s offered money to anyone to suggest it to you.”
    Clearly having him for a husband meant she'd never be bored if this was any indication. She shook her head. Men. “I don't think I could smack you for getting me out of here when that's exactly what I'm wanting. Except for the naked part. Let's wait till we're alone for that.”
    She had to tamp down the urge to get closer to him. Ask the questions. Then hot sex.
    “Why didn't you tell me who you were when you brought me home? We discussed my wedding. But you didn't say anything.”
    “I like to hold my cards close to my chest.” He shrugged, the one shouldered movement nonchalant, but the heat in his eyes anything but. “If I’d told you who I was, you’d have realized my family were lying about Dale. Somehow, I doubt you and your father would have gone through with the wedding if you’d known.”
    He grinned, taking a step closer to snag her around the waist and pull her up hard against him. “And I was very invested in this wedding going ahead.”
    She blinked, now very interested in his words. She knew her reasons. Love. She'd fallen for the big sexy as sin biker and didn't want to let him go. Even if it was by signing a contract for marriage. “Why did you want this wedding to happen?”
    He stood for a moment, his expression unreadable. Just as it had been before he’d ridden away from her the other morning. Her heart stuttered, contracting painfully for a second. Perhaps this wasn’t the fairytale she’d hoped it would be. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same way.
    Then he smiled. A full, genuine, drop-dead gorgeous