The Werewolf Meets His Match (Nocturne Falls Book 2) by Kristen Painter Read Free Book Online

they arrested in my bar last night?”
    “In the back parking lot and not an actual arrest because the charges were dropped, but yes.”
    Bridget frowned, which made her no less pretty. Bridget’s deep auburn looked like it was bottle-enhanced, but so what? It worked really well on her. There was something reassuring about Hank’s sister being well put together. “What are you doing in my brother’s house? Are the holding cells full?”
    “No! He brought me here. In fact…” Ivy took a breath, the truth on the tip of her tongue. “We’re going to be—”
    “Bridget.” Hank hustled past Ivy to take the bag from his sister’s hand. “You should have sent one of the bar backs.”
    Bridget frowned. “Why? So I wouldn’t see you shacked up with a perp?” She clucked her tongue and shook her head. “I know you haven’t gotten any in a while, but this is sad.”
    Ivy put her hands on her hips. “I’m not a perp.” Well, she sort of was. Still. Harsh. Interesting that Handsome Hank hadn’t been scoring lately. What was up with that? She’d have thought the local talent would be all over Mr. Single-In-Uniform.
    “Bridget, it’s not what you think, and I’ll explain later,” Hank said. He started to close the door.
    Bridget stuck her foot in the way. “Why not now?”
    “Shouldn’t you be watching your bar?”
    “Don’t change the subject.” Bridget shot Ivy a look. “What are you doing here?”
    Ivy answered, “Like I was about to say, we’re supposed to be mar—”
    “Later, Bridget.” He glared at Ivy.
    Ivy crossed her arms. “What’s the matter? Don’t want your sister to know you’re about to get hitched to a Kincaid?”
    Bridget swiveled toward Ivy like she was on a pivot. “What did you just say?”
    Hank muttered a dirty word. “Living room. Both of you.”
    Bridget’s face was screwed up six ways to Sunday, but she stepped inside. He shut the door, steam almost visible from his ears. Poor guy. Apparently, he’d wanted to keep his nuptials a secret. Too bad. Ivy had enough secrets to keep to be adding one more to the list. He pointed toward the interior of the house and both women headed in that direction. He followed after them.
    Ivy let Bridget lead since she hadn’t had a tour of the place yet. The living room was quite a space. Bridget sat on one end of a massive brown leather sofa, so Ivy took the opposite end. A huge stone fireplace and mammoth flat-screen fought for attention in the room. Definitely a guy’s room. There wasn’t much in the way of personal touches, but maybe that was because he worked a lot. Or because there was no woman in his life, outside of his sister, to do that sort of stuff.
    Hank must have dropped the food off in the kitchen, because he no longer had the bag when he came in. “Bridget, just listen until I’m done. You can ask questions later.”
    “You’re not the boss of me.”
    “Bridge, please.”
    She sighed. “Go on.”
    Hank spilled the details of the treaty and the marriage that would seal it. Ivy watched Bridget’s face. Her expressions ranged from anger to horror to sympathy. Clearly she and her brother were a lot closer than Ivy and her brothers. Hank took a deep breath and finished. “So that’s it. Ivy and I are going to take the next few days to make sure we’re compatible, but that’s basically a formality at this point. The marriage will happen in three days. On the full moon.”
    Bridget frowned. “Dad said you had to do this?”
    “No. He gave me an out. But if the marriage doesn’t happen, Clemens has promised war. I’m not doing that to my family or my pack.”
    Ivy sucked in a breath, surprised her father had gone so far as to threaten war. He did whatever he thought necessary to get what he wanted, but going to war would be a new low even for him.
    Hank and Bridget looked at her.
    Ivy shook her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
    “Really?” Bridget’s brows went up. “You had no idea?”
    “ No , I