“What the fuck are you talking about?” she queried harshly and stood to her feet.

The thunder on her face could boil an egg. I kept at my distance as I nursed my chin.

“Exactly what you heard me say,” I said softly and each time I tried to surge closer, she pulled farther away, perhaps thinking I was going to hit.

I would never dare do it; this was a mate I doted on so much. I wonder what could make me raise a fist at her.

I dared to touch her but she let loosed, “Get lost and don’t you lay your filthy hands on me again!” she...