Felix Dawson loves the ladies. As a retriever, a Wolf who runs errands for the pack, he’s met his fair share of buxom beauties outside Los Lobos. After an incident involving a traveling freak show and a mob of angry clowns seeking retribution for his taking the innocence of some not so innocent triplets, he swore to his alpha he’d stay out of trouble and away from human women.
And so far he has, until a vision in white stops him on the interstate outside Sioux Falls. He’s a knight in shining armor kind of guy and far be it for him to pass up a runaway bride in distress. Promises be damned.
Tierney manages to escape what could’ve been the worst mistake of her life. When she ditches her groom before the wedding, she has to run with a one hundred thousand dollar gown, purchased by the man she’d left behind. Good thing someone stopped to pick her up on the interstate, and bonus, it sounds like they’re headed to a remote location where she can lay low, until she can get the dress shipped back and avoid arrest for grand larceny.
When she can’t get anything out of Felix about the private community he won’t take her to, she decides to sneak into the cargo area of his Hummer when he goes into the gas station to use the restroom, jumping from the frying pan into the fire. And then he catches her. Geronimo!
Felix pulled over and watched in the passenger side mirror as a young woman in a very extravagant dress ran up to his Hummer. She didn’t even lean into the open window to ask for a ride, but threw the door open and jumped in, hauling in her skirt as though she pulled someone up the side of a mountain. After about a minute, she’d retrieved all of her dress and slammed the door. The cab was filled with a cloud of white silk. Only her head, chest, and arms were visible in the mass, making her look one of those poufy dolls old ladies made to cover a box of tissues sitting on the back of a toilet tank.
“Go! Go!” Her cheeks were flushed. Huge green eyes popped wide in panic. Her big full lips begged to be tasted. The cab light snapped off, and still he could see the high color on her face.
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m going your way first?”
“No. Any way away from here is my way. Don’t sit there. Get this vehicle in gear and move.”
“My name is Felix Dawson.”
“Hi. Can we go?”
He snorted and shook his head. “And your name is...?”
“You have a name, right?”
“Yes, but I don’t give it to strangers.”
“But you jump up in their vehicle and tell them to take you away?”
“Good point. My name is Tierney Christianson, and I really need to get out of here. Please.”
“Seat belt first.”
“Buckle up. Safety first.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
He tugged at a strap over his shoulder. “No. Anyone who rides with me wears one.”
“Are you a bad driver?”
“No, but I can’t account for everyone else out there.”
“I suppose your logic makes sense.” She sighed and reached under the mountain of fabric, sifting through the white froth, extracting the end of the belt with a very unladylike grunt. With a loud click, she snapped the buckle together. “Can we go now? Please?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He stepped on the gas, pulling into traffic and taking it up to seventy. “So, why the rush?”
“You really need to ask?”
“I can tell you ditched your groom, and I hope you did it before the wedding. Care to explain the why?”
“It was before the wedding.” She sat back and blew out a breath while holding her ring-free hand up.