“Ready Shadow? Get ‘im!” Kieran released the big black husky from his hands, and Shadow sprang across the darkened room and landed neatly on Shastan’s bed where he immediately went about waking up the groom with his large, wet, pink tongue.
“Morning Cus!”
“Oh God.”
“Twenty-four hours to recover and you’re still hung over?” Kieran had given his cousin the previous day to himself after he’d rolled home, blind drunk, at six in the morning. Abandoned by his stags, Shastan had managed to lose his