Chapter SEVEN

Mara’s head was buzzing, and not from the drinks or the music. She rarely went out. Clubs and bars were not usually her scene, but tonight had been fun. Bruno was a lot different from what she’d expected. Her first impression had been of a playboy Tiger who just wanted a chance at grabbing her cottontail, but he was different.

Yes, she noted the female eyes on him when they’d been dancing. Had even seen the way one brazen hussy had grabbed at his arm, as if to pull him away from Mara. Bruno ignored the woman, brushing her off without being violent or mean. But if he hadn’t, well, Mara was shocked at the things her Bunny had been willing to resort to. Cute and fuzzy, her counterpart may be, but she was also ferociously territorial, and she had a pretty powerful bite.

Chomp chomp motherfuckers.