Chapter Twenty-One

Gretchen walked through the old church’s lot until she reached the copse of fir trees that seemed to stand guard over the abandoned property.

She needed time away from Reg, and everyone else too. Time to just think.

Between that harpy yapping in her ear, Marion giving her the third degree, and her Tiger growling and hissing at her, she couldn’t stand it another minute.

She’d locked up the salon after she tidied up and decided to go for a walk to clear her mind. First though, she’d had to have it out with Reg over the phone. That had not been fun.

What was she going to do about him? She ducked behind a large shrub and began to remove her clothes. Her Tiger was pacing beneath her skin and wanted out. Gretchen understood the need.

Her she-Cat was strong and powerful, and a hell of a lot more certain of herself than Gretchen was. The animal hissed and spat at her human side for letting Pamela get to her.