Intelligent perhaps, but no, not wise. As I watched the four bridesmaids in their poofy orange dresses walk down the isle of the packed church, their hair do I know, but maybe Nathaniel could go? What? Go down to a bar in maybe a bad section of town and arm wrestle a werewolf so new he can't drink safely? I shook my head. Then stop acting like one.
Nathaniel knelt beside us. Not in the way you might mean, I said finally. He patted her hand as he finished, and she didn't react to it at all. He sighed, and the sigh seemed to fill the Jeep with echoes.
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