Chapter 50
“Hi, Mom and Dad. This is my hot, Romanian, werewolf, bartender, mate s***h husband,” said no girl ever … except me. ~Sally
“If one more woman asks for your autograph and to take a picture with you I’m going to call Jen so she can make fun of you.” Sally laughed as Costin turned away the fifth or six—she’d lost count at this point—woman who’d asked if he was a model on some paranormal romance cover and blah, blah, blah. They’d landed at Houston International Airport, which really just looked like a big freaking mall with a runway, and from the moment they’d stepped off the plane, eyes, mostly belonging to females, were fixed upon her mate.
“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but weren’t you that model on the book My Mate the Vampire?” a woman with a fake Southern accent gone wrong
