“Name’s Jack. Tommy’s brother.” He leans his elbows on the counter like we’re having a friendly chat. “And I think I can help you win our girl over.”
Our girl.
My Tiger surges forward so hard I have to lock my jaw to keep from shifting right there on the spot.
“First,” I growl, taking a step closer, “I don’t need help.”
Another step.
“Second? If you call her our girl again, you and me are gonna have to step outside, son.”
Tommy makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.
Jack just grins wider like the cocky little shit he is.
Oh yeah.
I really don’t like this guy.
And of course—because the universe has a sense of humor—that’s when she walks in.
The bell jingles again, and everything in me just freezes.
It all just stops because I know—she’s here.
Hadley.
My Cookie.
She looks—fuck.
She looks good.
Fresh, flushed from the sun, shopping bags hanging from her hands, hair catching the light just right.
And the scent of her?
Sweet.
Warm.
Wrapped up with something that hits me low and deep and primal.
My Tiger chuffs.
Mate.
“Yeah,” I mutter under my breath.
“What the heck are you doing here?” she demands, eyes narrowing as she takes me in. “Are you harassing my employees?”
I open my mouth.
Close it again.
Because she’s not wrong.
I kind of am.
