Chapter Eleven

Kylie left Michael to tend his patients and waited for her ride outside the house. She had left her car at the Pride House the night before. She hadn’t thought about it before, but retrieving the vehicle was going to be mortifying.

Not her fault. She simply had not been thinking about it or how she would get anywhere the next day.

Duh, said her she-Tiger.

All she’d been thinking about was getting her hands on a very naked Michael Turner. The Pride Healer had spent the whole night initiating her into the sensual side of mating.

Thank fuck, she’d lucked out in that department.

Michael was an exceptional lover. Not that she’d had anything to compare him to, but she knew it without a doubt. She frowned as a smiling Hank held the rear passenger door open for her, as she climbed into the limo that had arrived to pick her up.

“Good morning, dear. You missed quite the pre-party last night,” he began.

“Oh crap, is Elissa terribly upset?”