“Jimmy, boy!”
Mundo winked down at her, bussed her lips again then grinned. “Hank, you old sonuvabitch.” He turned his head, and Christie mimicked him, peering around Mundo’s back because he was too damned tall for her to see whose mother her mate was maligning.
“Who’s this?”
“I think you know who,” came the quick retort as a wizened old man trod down the aisle to join them.
“She must be damn special if you’ve brought her to your lair…”
Mundo rolled his eyes. “That’s great, Hank, let’s encourage my mate to think I’m either Batman or a serial killer.”
Hank stopped in his tracks. “Mate?” He sucked in a huge breath that had Christie fearing for his lungs. He bellowed out the breath in a huge roar, and with a great whack to his chest, strode forward and gave a similar pounding to Mundo’s
