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Arve’s bear growled, and Josef shot him an incredulous stare.
“You felt it too.”
“Yes,” Arve said. “Something about her voice wormed inside me. That and the way Runt and Kirk were behaving. They don’t want us to meet her. That makes me curious and eager to encounter Fiona of the sultry voice.”
“I wonder if she’s a blonde or brunette,” Josef mused. “I hope she’s not a string bean. Women with curves are more my thing.”
“Me too,” Arve said gruffly.
“May the best man win,” Josef said.
“I refuse to fight for a woman.” Arve’s bear punctuated his sentence with a pushy growl. It seemed his animal side thought otherwise.
