Silent Bite-A Scanguards Wedding (1001 Dark Nights) by Tina Folsom Read Free Book Online

should have just come out with it at the beginning. Her parents would have been upset at first, but at least Oliver would have been able to stay at the house. And she would have a shoulder to lean on and arms around her to wipe away the stress of planning a wedding.
     

6
    The door to the tradesmen entrance which opened to a narrow path leading along Quinn’s house stood open, and two men were carrying heavy metal rods through the walkway.
    The moment the sun had set, Oliver had walked the short distance from Samson’s Nob Hill house to Quinn’s mansion in Russian Hill. He’d not taken the car to Samson’s, because there was no extra parking in the garage, and parking on the streets of Nob Hill was virtually impossible.
    Oliver followed the workers through the narrow walkway that led into the garden, curious to see how far they’d gotten.
    When he reached the garden, he looked around. Several men were busy, connecting metal rods to build a scaffold that would eventually be draped with huge canvas panels to create a tent that covered the entire backyard and connected seamlessly to the back of the house and its back entrance. A sliver of it would also drape around the other side of the house to lead to the French doors in the living room so that the guests wouldn’t have to trek through the kitchen or the dirty tradesmen entrance to get to the tent.
    Things seemed to be moving at a swift pace, but Oliver knew it would take a good two days until the tent was operable. Only then could other things be brought in, like tables, chairs and decorations.
    Oliver turned away from the workers and walked through the open door into the kitchen.
    Wesley stood over the kitchen counter, munching on a sandwich.
    “Hey!” Oliver greeted him.
    The wannabe witch lifted his hand in greeting, his mouth too full to speak.
    “Where is everybody?”
    Wesley swallowed before he answered. “I suppose with ‘everybody’ you mean Ursula?”
    Was he indeed that transparent? At any other time he would have denied it, but he missed the woman who would soon be his wife and his mate, and he couldn’t care less whether Wesley wanted to tease him about it.
    “So? Where is she?”
    “Out shopping with her mother.”
    “Do you know when they’ll be back?”
    Wesley shrugged. “I heard something about bridesmaid’s dresses. That’s when I tuned out.”
    “And Ursula’s father?”
    “Probably still upstairs. He wanted to lie down and rest. I think the whole racket down here seems to have tired him out.” Wes set down his half-eaten sandwich and walked to the door that led into the hallway, peered outside for a moment, then closed it again and turned back. “So while we’re alone, I wanted to ask you for a favor.”
    Oliver lifted an eyebrow, always suspicious when Wesley wanted something because whatever it was, it generally led to a minor disaster. “What kind of favor?”
    Wesley rubbed his neck. “Well, you heard about the puppies, right?”
    “Haven’s Labrador puppies that you once turned into piglets with your magic?”
    A sheepish grin spread over Wesley’s face. “Yeah, it’s just, I’ve been trying to turn them back into dogs, but it hasn’t worked.”
    Surprised, Oliver couldn’t suppress the chuckle that built in his chest. “Are you telling me that they are still pigs?”
    “Haven is none too happy about it either. So, I hit the books and came across this spell that should work. Only thing is, I need a few drops of vampire blood to—”
    “No way!” Oliver interrupted. “Go hit up your brother!”
    Wesley made a grimace. “He’s already turned me down. So I figured maybe you’d wanna help out.”
    Oliver narrowed his eyes. “Is that why you volunteered to help out with the wedding preparations, so you can get me to give you some of my blood?”
    Wesley huffed, outraged. “As if I would do that! I’m helping out because I want to. I thought we were friends.”
    “You’re totally transparent, Wes!”
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