Chapter 25

The accusation and aggressive tone made TJ’s hackles rapidly rise. His inner bear took offense, offering growls rife with promised violence toward the interloper. Slowly, he stood, peering haughtily down at the human who dared confront him. The stench of bourbon irritated his nose, all emanating from the shorter, thinner human. His button up shirt and khaki slacks proclaimed him most likely a businessman. Not a local and certainly not anyone he’d like to get to know better. “I was the one sitting still. You’re the idiot stumbling around. Now bug off and leave me the hell alone. You’re ruining my buzz.”

“You’re in my chair, bastard. And you owe me a drink.” The man held out his now empty glass. The act caused him to list to the left. He overcompensated, then corrected himself by slapping his hand down on TJ’s crotch.