Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Back east, in an office tucked at the back of a strip club…

Having nine lives was well and good in theory, but when a woman straddled a man, held a gun to his head, and said, “What are you doing in my drawers?” it probably wasn’t a smart thing to say, “Hoping to lick some delicious cream.”

Broderick could blame his stupid statement only on the fact that his mother claimed he’d landed on his head instead of four paws more than was healthy for a kitten.

He could also blame hormones, as it took only one look and scent to realize the goddess threatening his life was his mate.

Meow.And he meant ow! as she dug the barrel into his skin, not at all impressed by his compliment. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot.”

Apparently, “Because I’m pretty sure we’re soulmates,” wasn’t the right answer.