Ronnie carefully pushed Marissa off her. “I am so happy I could bring you this kind of joy.”

Marissa stood straight and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. “Why don’t we get some dinner and champagne to celebrate this auspicious event of making Missy Llewellyn the most miserable bitch on the planet?”

Ronnie glanced down at Mitch’s jacket that she still wore and her bare legs peeking out from under it. “I’m not exactly dressed for most of the restaurants in the hotel.”

Slinging her arms around both Ronnie and Sissy’s shoulders, Marissa reminded them, “Hello? Own the joint. We can go into any damn restaurant we please, wearing any damn outfit we want to.” She started walking, both She-wolves trapped in her iron grip, unable to escape. “I’m in the mood for steak. How about you ladies?”

What could Ronnie say? She’d never be able to outrun a lioness. “Sure. Sounds great.”

Boy, would she make Shaw pay for this little nightmare.

How could Ronnie desert him like this? For two hours he’d been trapped with her brothers, five other wolves who he didn’t bother to learn the names of, and his idiot baby brother. Who, at this moment, stood on the balcony with Ricky Lee and howled at a nonexistent moon.

Rubbing his eyes in the hopes of stopping the unbearable pounding in his head, Brendon asked again, “Are you sure?”

“I was standing right there. I ain’t deaf.” Rory Reed forced the Mason jar back into Brendon’s hand. When he started to pass it off to another wolf, Rory gave him that glare again.

With a sigh, he took a long swig of the clear liquid and grimaced as it burned a hole in his esophagus. After a few moments, he cleared his throat and handed the jar back to Rory. “She actually said those words?”

“Yup.” Rory took a deep drink, looking completely unfazed by the amount of liquor he’d imbibed in the last two hours. “She said, ‘I love him.’”

“Did she mean it?”

“Well, she’s never said it before.”

“She’s never stopped us from putting a hurt on a male before either,” Reece Reed added. “Most of the time, she actually steers us over there. So she must like you some.”

She must like you some? Talk about vague.

The howling became louder and Brendon couldn’t stand it anymore. “Mitch! Would you stop making that annoying, goddamn sound!” The howling cut off abruptly, but now Brendon had the attention of every wolf in the room. Clearing his throat, he added, “It’s so annoying when a cat does it, don’t ya think?”

The wolves nodded and Rory held the jar out to him again.

“No, thanks. I really don’t—”

They all stared, and Brendon realized he didn’t have much of a choice. So he took the jar and gulped downmore stuff he felt pretty confident could eat through titanium.

Man, he would so make Ronnie pay for this nightmare.

Chapter Sixteen

R onnie went to knock on her brother’s door, but it already stood ajar. Kept that way by one long arm.

“Oh Lord.”

Ronnie pushed the door open and it slammed right into Ricky’s big head. She kept pushing until she could easily enter. Disgusted, she stepped over her brother and stormed into the middle of the room, staring down at all of them.

With an angry growl, she kicked Reece in the head. “Wake up!”

Still holding onto his bottle of ’shine, Reece grumbled and turned over. Then he started snoring again.

“Rory Lee Reed!”

Rory sat straight up. “What? What?”

“Where is he?”

“Um…?”

Ronnie waited for her brother to answer until she realized he’d passed out again while sitting up.

“Goddamnit.”

A toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened.

“Hey, sweetie.” Mitch walked by and gave Ronnie a friendly scratch on the head.

Well at least one of them had survived. “Are you okay?”

“I’m gonna hurt in the morning from all that liquor. But right now I feel very little pain.” Reaching down, Mitch grabbed Reece, lifted him, carried him to one of the two queen-sized beds, and carefully placed him on the mattress.

“Did you really drink Uncle Willy’s ’shine?”

“That stuff in the glass jar? Yup. Sure did. Hence the not feeling any pain.”

But he wasn’t slurring his words or walking funny or passing out midsentence. He looked sober as a judge.

“Where’s Shaw?”

“Bed, I think. He bailed when Rory dropped. And that was after those three guys over there dropped.”

“But he’s okay?”

“He’s fine. An asshole, but fine.” He flashed her a killer grin every Shaw male seemed to have, then he picked Ricky up and laid him out next to Reece.

Fascinated, Ronnie watched as Mitch did the same thing for Rory, carefully laying him on the bed. It was the nicest thing she’d ever seen a man do for another man.

Until Mitch started picking up the other wolves and placed them on top of each of the Reed boys in a lovely sixty-nine position. Thankfully they were all dressed, but she knew when her brothers woke up…

“That is wrong,” she finally gasped out, tears rolling down her face from laughing so hard.

“Yeah. I know.” Mitch grinned “But admit it. It’s so fuckin’ funny.”

Where she got an air horn from at two o’clock in the morning, he had no idea, but the damn thing blasted him right out of bed and halfway across the room.