And her.
Cookie dough laced with cinnamon.
Holy. Fuck.
My Tiger practically purrs loud enough to be heard.
There’s someone else working with her—a skinny teenager behind the register.
Every time she turns around the kid sneaks a look at her ass.
My vision goes red.
The Tiger surges forward instantly.
Mine.
Easy, I growl internally.
The kid looks about sixteen.
Still, if he checks out her ass again I might accidentally eat him.
“Next!” she calls brightly from behind the counter.
My heart slams into my ribs.
Her voice is warm and cheerful, like sunlight.
And suddenly, it’s our turn.
She looks up.
Our eyes meet.
And everything inside me—every instinct, every sense, every damn cell in my body—locks into place.
Mate.
Oh hell.
This just got a whole lot more complicated.
Chapter 6
Hadley
I know something is up the second he steps inside my ice cream shop.
Not because the bell over the door jingles.
Not because my helper—Tommy Knowles, a local high school kid and Tiger Shifter, working weekends and holidays, including festivals—suddenly stands up a little straighter like someone important just walked in.
Nope.
I know it because my she-Bear loses her mind.
Completely.
