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you’re looking at that stripper. Remember, we’re still legally married.”
    “We’re separated and you know as well as I do we’ll be divorced tomorrow,” he said.
    “What if tomorrow never comes?” she asked with an innocent smile.
    “Get out of my way,” Cyrus growled.
    Morgan stepped to the side and Cyrus slipped past her, careful not to even brush her clothes. He didn’t want to give the woman any more ammunition. They’d been together for less than a week and she’d been arguing in court with him for more than five years. It had to end, and whatever it took, it would end at the settlement conference tomorrow. He didn’t care what he had to give her as long as she was out of his life. Thankfully they didn’t have cubs. Co-parenting responsibilities and the like would have complicated things immeasurably. The way it was now at least they could make a clean break.
    Cyrus stormed out i nto the heavy, oppressive a ir. He didn’t have a call yet, but he would go hang out in the tow truck. If he didn’t live so far off the beaten track, he’d have preferred to go home. Take a cold shower. Maybe take a lot of cold showers to try to appease his raging hard-on. He needed to do something to staunch the overpowering desire he felt. Picking Kendra up in his truck had been bad enough, but after seeing the way she moved her body, his tiger was struck by a single thought—despite his current legal troubles, despite the fact that they’d barely spoken, he was convinced she was his mate.
    How could that even happen? It didn’t make any sense. But something about the way she looked at him, something about her scent drove his tiger crazy, and it wasn’t just her heat. It wasn’t just her tigress, either. It was her. He felt a connection to her. Cyrus strode back across the lot toward the truck. Maybe he could at least calm himself down. That would be good. But as he walked, something told him things weren’t going to work out that way. Because Cyrus sensed trouble as he idly passed the two tiger shifters who had stormed the stage. They loitered aimlessly, bottles of booze in their hands.
    “You looking at me?” the first tiger shifter said.
    “Nope,” Cyrus said.
    “Good. Keep it that way,” the second shifter said.
    What were they waiting for? Cyrus didn’t want to know. He just wanted to cross the road and get back to his tow truck. He couldn’t afford trouble, not tonight, so he kept right on walking. Yeah, maybe he’d get out of here after all. Go home. Take that cold shower. Anything to get his mind off Kendra. But then it came. That trouble he knew was brewing.
    “Rarhh!” he heard from behind him.
    “How you doing, little lady?”
    Cyrus recognized the voices of both the drunken shifters. He just hoped he wouldn’t recognize the next voice. No such luck.
    “Get out of my way,” Kendra said.
    Every fiber of Cyrus’s being went on alert. Kendra was in trouble. He wasn’t above admitting that the merest hint of another man’s interest made him jealous. But it was more than that. Somehow it felt as though Kendra was a part of him, as though they were meant to be together. Cyrus couldn’t explain it, and now wasn’t the time to try, but he did know that he was committed to do whatever it took to protect her, regardless of the cost.
    “Why do you say we’re in your way?” the first shifter said.
    Cyrus took a breath. Time to deal with these assholes. He turned.
    “You heard the lady,” Cyrus said.
    “I didn’t hear shit,” the first shifter responded.
    So much for my new pants, Cyrus thought. And he shifted. No counting to ten. No warning. Just a shift, a leap, and a pounce. Cyrus wasn’t screwing around. His tiger bristled with rage as he roared, and the two men, both smaller than him, leaped to the side. They didn’t shift and Cyrus knew they wouldn’t. To do so would be agreeing to a fight. These guys knew the code. Cyrus in his animal form wouldn’t attack another shifter in