SEAN
This is my last day as a single man, I thought as I watched the English countryside parade past me through the car window. We were heading for the Night Shade pack house, where the wedding would be held the following day.
Next to me - at her father's behest, not at her own wish - was Caroline, who had neither looked at me nor spoken to me apart from a very brief 'good morning' when she'd stepped into the car. I hadn't even dared to speak to her, either out loud or through the mind link; it was all too obvious that she was not in the mood.
That was my last day as a single man and the one before what was supposed to be the best day of my life.
And instead, I was being forced to marry a woman who was terrified at the very idea of getting attached to me. I understood her - in her po
