“Aspen.” I shook his hand as the cameras rounded my table. “Nice to meet you. What’s Maine like this time of year?”
“A mud pit.” Another Alpha joined us at my table. I struggled to place where he was from.
“Tucker Jones.” He smiled a dimpled grin that seemed right at home with his mess of curly blond hair. “From upstate New York.”
“Northeastern boys.” I laughed as the champagne bubbles danced on my tongue. “You two smell like trouble already.”
Colton ran a hand over his beard, circling me like prey. “You ever been up to Maine?”
“Not yet.” I held my ground and winked. “It’s on my bucket list though.”
“What else is on your bucket list?” The scent of applewood and peaches made my wolf sneeze as a third Alpha crowded in. Brett Frazier, Cindy’s cousin, from the state of Georgia had polish
