Tiger Nip, Book 3
She wasn’t surprised by his attitude. He was used to people jumping when he snapped. Sadly for him, she would not be one of them. The idea of letting her mate run roughshod over her left a bad taste in her mouth.
Counting down the seconds, she knew exactly when he stepped into the room. The warm scent of his musk drifted to her, rippling over her body. She repressed the shiver wanting to take hold. The door shut, lock clicking in place. Focus on work. Let him bring up moving in.