He opened the front door and Gwen said, “Lock?”

He stopped immediately. “Yeah?” Did he have to sound so eager when he was the one making the decision to go? Damn him! “Uh…could you leave him here? He kind of comes with the place.”

Frowning, Lock glanced down. “Oh, jeez!”

Oh, jeez?

“Sorry about that.” He immediately dropped the lion he’d dragged from the couch to the door, back to the couch, and back to the door. “Habit. Usually I bat my prey around until they stop fighting and drag them off to the brush to…well…you know.” He looked down at Mitch. “Sorry about that…uh…”

“Mitch,” she told him. “Mitch. Right. Sorry about that, Mitch. And nice to meet you.

Author: Shelly Laurenston

He opened the front door and Gwen said, “Lock?”<br /><br />He stopped immediately. “Yeah?” Did he have to sound so eager when he was the one making the decision to go? Damn him! “Uh…could you leave him here? He kind of comes with the place.” <br /><br />Frowning, Lock glanced down. “Oh, jeez!”<br /><br />Oh, jeez?<br /><br />“Sorry about that.” He immediately dropped the lion he’d dragged from the couch to the door, back to the couch, and back to the door. “Habit. Usually I bat my prey around until they stop fighting and drag them off to the brush to…well…you know.” He looked down at Mitch. “Sorry about that…uh…”<br /><br />“Mitch,” she told him. “Mitch. Right. Sorry about that, Mitch. And nice to meet you. - Shelly Laurenston



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