Ivy bent down to pick up the tiger in surprise. “Hey, little buddy, how are you?”

“I’m not little, I’m a magnificent tiger!” the little tiger snuggled against her shoulder, his voice sweet, then it roared, “Roar!”

Ivy smiled as she stared at Liam. “Does it remember me?”

“It has an excellent memory.” Liam chuckled, then said quietly, “After all, it isn’t a real tiger—shh, don’t tell what I said—”

“I heard you! I no longer like you! Hmph!” In a rage, the tiger averted its gaze and squinted its eyes.

“So, you’re the gorgeous lady he’s been talking on and on about?” remarked the curly-haired man as Liam caressed...