DOUBLE TROUBLE WITH THE TWIN WOLVES - 1

C H A P T E R O N E - - - T I M

One of the few things that got Tim's blood pumping and his ears humming with frustration was leaving a good party just as it was getting thumping.

Tim muttered, loosening the tie that felt like a noose around his neck. "I still think this is one of the shittiest ideas you've ever come up with," he said.

He hadn't slept since the previous day, and the tequila and whiskey were still coursing through his veins, though the alcohol was now a distant memory. No one could tell him he was doing anything wrong, as far as he was concerned. After all, it was Jerome's wedding; if he didn't get a little blitzed there, where was he supposed to party?

"Well, tough luck," Tom grumbled as he slid through the crowd like a man on a mission, his heavy duffel bag slung over his shoulder.