“That’s where I can find the snaggle-toothed babe?”įor a second there, he ran so fast she wasn’t sure she’d catch up with him.īrendon glanced around the dance studio and frowned. “North Carolina, right?” He shoved Ronnie off the bench. “She’s hot.” He glanced at Ronnie and back at the picture. “Whoa.” Shaw took the wallet out of her hand. She flipped a couple of pictures over and showed him a picture of the three friends on the North Carolina beach in bikinis a year or two back. “Really? Have you seen a wolf with a full mane? Or a cat with a long muzzle?” Do you think that snaggle tooth is attractive?” Ronnie handed Shaw the picture of her, Sissy Mae, and her cousin lounging around many years ago after the Fourth of July family hunt. Momma’s Smith Pack, daddy’s a black leopard. “One summer we stayed with Sissy Mae’s cousins in North Carolina. She had her wallet out and her pictures unfurled before he could even finish. Just because two different breeds mate doesn’t mean-” “Don’t tell me you believe that breedist bullshit. “Mostly because I don’t want funny-looking children.” “You mean the right wolf?” She wanted to get the distinctions clear because she didn’t much like the expression on that gorgeous face. “What if you meet the right guy, Ronnie? Would you settle down then?” Intense gold eyes watched her, and he pulled her hand off his mouth.
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