Mr. Randy's POV.
It was the second year of working with me when I first saw Tammy.
Yes, I had been looking at her for the past two years, but I've never seen her until this moment.
It was late into the night, and I was in the bar, monitoring them to do their jobs properly when a fiery Alpha of the neighbouring pack waged war against us. Tammy was serving people drinks at the counter when a man suddenly stood up to take a bullet for her.
“Oh!” She gasped as the bottle of Vodka in her hands fell.
While the bar was in chaos and everyone was helplessly scattered for their lives, she managed to pull the man over behind the counter and I found my way there too. That was apparently the safest place in the bar at the moment.
“Hey! Hey!!” She patted his face rather hard as she sobbed. “
