Rock (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 2) (63 page)

"I'll do my best," he grinned back, tapping his glass against her's and taking a sip. Lisa found herself admiring him for a moment longer, she hadn't come to this wedding with any plans of hooking up, but
look
at him. She'd be kicking herself forever if she didn't at least give this a go.
 

The rest of the evening floated by in the most pleasant of hazes, Joel was fun, one of those guys who wasn't afraid to get up and dance like a crazy person just to keep his date entertained. They drank, they exchanged stories about Tom (Joel had met him in college, so he had plenty of embarrassing stories that Tom had chosen to keep from Dina over the years), and he even convinced Lisa to a dance as the night wore on. She wasn't much of a mover-in fact, she was far more the sit-in-the-corner-feeling-awkward-as-heck type, but she found herself letting go, easing up, and actually having fun. She always associated family weddings with ludicrous amounts of stress and at least three major fallings-out, but now she could drink and flirt and wasn’t stuck at the kid's table picking at her buffet-meal fare, she could see their appeal a lot more clearly.
 

When the band had pulled out a slow number just after the two of them had collapsed back into their seats after a raucous three-minute jig to some old swing classic, Lisa found herself peering at Joel out of the corner of her eye. He noticed, and dragged himself back to his feet and held out a hand.

"M'lady?"

"Never call me that again," she warned, but took his hand anyway. He led her out on to the sparsely-populated dance floor, and pulled her in close to his chest. She inhaled the scent of his aftershave, she couldn't remember the last time she'd danced with a guy like this. Hell, it was probably at the last family wedding, and it was probably a lot more chaste because it was either Tom or her father insisting that she get involved with everyone else's good time. She certainly couldn't recall the last time she'd had a date quite as charming as this one. Joel was the kind of old-fashioned but unpatronising gentleman that she could never seem to find on the dating sites she frequented or the blind dates her friends set up for her. Trust Tom to be hiding away the perfect bachelor all this time.

Lisa was beginning to feel pretty exhausted by the time they finished their waltz, so she retired with a chaste kiss on the cheek before she headed over to say goodnight to her brother.

"Tom!" She called, catching his attention. He turned away from the distant aunt he was entertaining towards her, and grinned.

"Hey, sis, off to bed?" He gave her a hug, and she could practically feel the excitement buzzing off him in waves. He was getting married the next day, after all.

"Yeah," she nodded, yawning. "But hey, why didn't you ever tell me about Joel before? He seems really cool, I can't figure out why you didn't introduce us till now."

Tom frowned, and Lisa's mind immediately ran through every possibility in the book. Kids? Secret serial killer?

"He was married," Tom shrugged. "Up until a couple of months ago. They've separated, but I don't know if they're divorced yet."

"Huh," Lisa tried to process the information, and furrowed her brow. "I should be getting to bed, anyway. I'll see you tomorrow."

The words danced round in her head as she got ready for bed, peeling off her dress and kicking off her heels. Maybe it was the champagne, but she found herself feeling a little…what was it? She wasn't angry, necessarily, if they were separated and that was common knowledge then she couldn't really get pissed at him for that. But…she had never so much as dated someone who'd been engaged before, let alone someone who wasn't even technically divorced. And that bothered her. Sure, he seemed cool, smart and funny and with charm coming out of his freaking ears. But that didn't negate the fact that somewhere, he had a wife, a wife that he hadn't thought to mention once the whole time they'd been hanging out. Obviously, Tom had never bothered to introduce them because Joel was married, how long had they been together? What was the wedding like? Didn't being here at Tom's wedding freak him out even a little bit? And why had he and his wife split up? Was it amicable, or had he done something awful that led her to chuck him? As Lisa slid into bed, she tried to quiet the arguing voices in her head, the voices that were making a case for both sides of the coin, half convincing her to see where the weekend led the two of them and half warning her as far away from him as they could manage. She fell asleep that night, her brain brimming over, and hoped the next day wouldn't bring as many questions.

Well, that had turned out to be a futile wish. When Lisa woke the next day, late, and slightly hungover, and made her way downstairs, it looked like a bomb had hit the place. Or at least, that's what the faces of everyone still milling in the lobby told her. Most of the guests had already made it off the storm-whipped island by the time she made it downstairs, and it was a while before she could find Tom to discover why. When she did, her jaw practically scraped the ground.

"Wolves?" She demanded. "Seriously, you're telling me this was freaking wolves?"

"Well, it still is," he mumbled, glancing at the ground and scuffing his toe back and forth like a kid who'd gotten into trouble. "The groomsmen, they're all out there now. They're trying to get it…in hand."

"They know it's a pack of wolves, don't they?" Lisa threw her hands in the air. "Like, the scary, dangerous, probably rabid kind?"

"They're not rabid," Tom shot back irritably. "And trust me when I say that they've defiantly got this under control."

"What, do we have our own pack of shifters to send their way?" Lisa asked incredulously, half-turning on her heel. When Tom stayed silent, she swivelled back and stared him down.

"Tom," she asked quietly.
 

"Yeah," he muttered. "They're…shifters."

"All of them?" She shrieked, her voice echoing off the empty walls around them.
 

"Yeah, pretty much," he shrugged, avoiding her gaze.

"Joel?"

"Well, yeah."

"And you didn't think to mention that last night when I asked about him?" Lisa demanded.
 

"Lisa, we've got more important things to think about right now than that," Tom snapped back, and Lisa immediately recoiled. She wasn't used to seeing her brother like this, in this intense state of stress and panic, and it was only then that it was really brought home to her exactly how bad this situation was.

"What can I do to help?" She asked, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Anything. Tell me."

"Just…stay out of trouble," he shook his head, and vanished back into the hotel. He obviously had bigger things to be dealing with than her. Lisa stared after him for a moment, feeling hurt, but soon wandered off to see if she could find someone to catch her up on the situation. By the time she had gone round all the rooms looking for Dina and returned back down the stairs, the room was packed with all the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Lisa's heart dropped through the floor as soon as she laid eyes on the nasty wounds one of the groomsmen was carrying. Shit. This was bad. One of them was hurt, and who was to say they would leave it there? She hurried over to Dina, who turned around with a slightly wild-eyed expression on her face.

"Lisa?" She asked, seemingly a little dazed.
 

"Dina, please, I need to know what the fuck is going on. Is everyone okay?" The words poured out of her without a filter, and Lisa found herself scanning the room for Joel, against her better judgement. He had been out there too, right? Where was he? Was he hurt?

"The guys…" Dina gestured to the huddle of groomsmen over by door, "They had an encounter with the wolves. We're staying here, and we're just going to keep on our guard until we can get out."

"What about the wedding?" Lisa asked.
 

"That's the last thing on my mind right now," Dina shook her head, looking a little sad. "The most we can do is keep an eye on all corners of this place and make sure none of them get in."

"Where should I go?" Lisa asked firmly. "Please, let me help. I want to."

"I don’t know, talk to the guys, they're getting it organised," Dina blinked up at her, and fear flashed through her eyes for a moment. "We can't let them get in. That's all I know."

Dina turned away, and Lisa peered around, she finally caught sight of Joel, his brow deeply furrowed as if he'd seen things that he never wished to see again. Probably against her better judgement, Lisa made her way over to him.

"Joel?" Her voice sounded thin, almost reedy, nothing like her. But she was scared, terrified, even, and it was taking it's toll.

"Lisa, thank God you're okay," Relief flooded over Joel's face as he turned to her, clasping her shoulders tightly. She was taken aback by his level of concern, but found herself touched by it too.
 

"Of course," she nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason, it's just, with all of this…" he cast his eyes around the room, his words trailing off.

"Dina said you needed help keeping a lookout. Can I give you a hand?"

"That'd be perfect," he nodded. "I'm taking the outside, on the courtyard, if you want to join me."

Lisa glanced out, the wind and rain were still thrashing the hotel, and it looked as if she might be blown away if she so much as stepped outside. But now wasn't the time to be selfish, to get caught up in her own desires, she had to do her bit to help, and she would. She pulled her jacket round her shoulders, and set her jaw solid, feeling resolute.

"Lead on," she gestured to the door, and Joel managed a weak smile.
 

They strode out to the courtyard, the one that overlooked the beach. Lisa had been so admiring it yesterday, before the storm hit and it looked like the place might be underwater in a few hours. Joel gestured for her to follow him, and found them a reasonably dry nook that allowed them a decent view across the hills.

"Is that where they were?" Lisa asked nervously, suddenly realizing with a stab of panic that they could still be out here and she wouldn't know anything about it.

"Yeah," Joel nodded. "They set up a camp over in the caves at the other end of the beach. I think they've gone back there, I'm not sure they're stupid enough to try any of that again."

"You think you scared them off?"

Joel pulled himself up to his full height, obviously trying his hardest to look imposing.
 

"Yeah, I reckon so."

"Did you shift to fight them?" Lisa asked casually. She needed to hear confirmation of that out of his own mouth before she'd believe it, even though she couldn't think of any reason for Tom to make up shit like that. Joel's mouth gaped open for a moment, and he turned to her.

"How did you…?"

"Tom told me. Is it true?" Lisa's words were brisk, and she didn't make eye contact with him. He paused for a moment before he replied, as if he was nervous about what her reaction might be.

"Yes."

"Huh."
 

Another silence. Not an awkward one, just one where both parties were taking their time processing what had just been said.
 

"Is that…a problem?" He asked eventually, squinting out over the cliffs as if expecting the wolves to come crashing towards them at any moment.
 

"No, I can't see why it would be," Lisa shrugged. She'd encountered a couple of shifters before, here and there, and had never had a problem with them. Besides, as long as he wasn't threatening to tear a chunk out of her, she didn't see it causing an issue. But then she remembered what else Tom had told her, the thing that might actually cause a problem.

"Tom…mentioned to me, about your separation," she began awkwardly. She couldn't believe the fact that this guy was married was a bigger deal than the fact he was basically a fairytale creature, but that was the situation, and she was going to power through it.
 

"Oh," Joel winced. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring it up because…you know. It's kind of a downer."

"Are you actually splitting up?" Lisa blurted, not stopping to think before the tactless words fell out of her mouth. "I mean, is it a trial separation, or…?"

"No, we're done," Joel said, with a hint of pain in his voice. "We're not getting back together, I can promise you that."

"What…what happened?" Lisa asked tentatively. She wasn't sure exactly how to go about getting what she needed out of him; all of it felt so grown-up and kind of scary.
 

"We just fell out of love," he shrugged, as if that wasn't the scariest thing he could have possibly said. "It was amicable, we're still friends. But I just didn't want to be with her anymore."

"Phew, okay," Lisa let out a breath.
 

"Why?" He cocked his head at her with interest. "What's it to you?"

"I just…" She paused. She wasn't sure how to phrase it in such a way that wouldn't come across as clingy. "I think you're cool. And I didn't want to get pulled into the middle of your marriage if you weren't sure it was over."

"So, the shifter thing, you're fine with, but the marriage…?" He asked incredulously. She smiled, he was right.

"Yeah, I know. I've just never…God, it's weird enough to me that my big brother is getting married, and the thought of…" she gestured towards him. "Sorry, I know I'm being forward. We only just met, and here I am, making assumptions…"