Gavin's POV

It was as if time had completely stopped. I turned, willing my body to cooperate and move. The second I did, I almost wished I could turn back around, but I couldn't. My eyes were glued to her.

Judy.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. Her long hair was curled perfectly and draped around her shoulders and down her back in delicate waves that made me want to run my fingers through it. The dress she wore looked like it was made for her, hugging her every curve perfectly. It was elegant, leaving no mystery of what lay underneath the fabric. I felt a surge of jealousy and panic for a moment, knowing that other men would also be looking at her body in the same way that I was looking at her body.

Her long legs seemed even longer with the heels she was wearing, and I had to fight the urge to go to her and run my fingers up her smooth skin. She wore makeup, which I never liked when she did because it hid her true beauty, but the makeup she wore this time almost highlighted her natural beauty. I knew from the handiwork that Irene took part in doing her makeup. My daughter had always been good at matching colors and giving makeovers.

Not that Judy needed a makeover, but still, she was stunning.

Irene stood next to her, a proud smirk on her lips as she scanned the room, noting how the men and even most women were drawn to Judy's beauty. I felt my stomach twist at the thought of them looking at her like that, and I had to fight the urge to pull her away and hide her from their sight.

didn't hate that idea; in

me, drawing me back

without taking my eyes off

what she is doing here," Rachel repeated, folding her arms across

didn't like the way she was asking, like I had something to do with Judy's presence. It was accusatory, though she was trying hard to hide it. I could hear a hint of

told

her eyes narrowed as she stared at

in that case, we should go and say hello," she suggests, draping a protective arm through

fingers wrapped around my bicep before my gaze lifted to meet hers. I didn't like her touch, and my wolf wanted to rip her head off at the thought of her thinking touching me like this was okay. But I couldn't make a scene at an

I thought she was a

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