Chasing The Night: Big Easy Shifters: Book Three

better pull it out,” she said. Her words barely registered with Bobby, who was examining her dress to determine which was the quickest way to yank that monstrosity off of her body.
Just then, a commotion interrupted her speech and she turned to look. The bride and groom, Ash and Rosemary, were leaving the reception, and everyone was forming a human tunnel to send them off with bubbles, bird seed, and, of course, Mardi Gras bead necklaces.
Pen sighed and reached out her hand. “Come on, time to say goodbye to the happy couple and then we can get out of here and take a break from each other.”
Bobby took her hand, and electricity shot through him at her touch. They stared at each other for half a second, exchanging a silent acknowledgment of what had just passed between them.
They joined the long lineup to wish Ash and Rosemary safe travels on their honeymoon. Without warning, and probably because he was slightly plastered, Ash picked up Rosemary and slung her over his shoulder, caveman style. His signature move. Everyone laughed. Bobby was so bound up with frustration and indecision, he was on the verge of tossing Pen over his shoulder in the same fashion and disappearing with her into the woods forever.