So, she wasn't immune to him. That was satisfying despite his resolve to leave her be. His Bear rumbled at his insistence that he would not be claiming his mate, but Bowie ignored his beast. She was too good for them. She deserved more.
"I am sorry about last night, Bowie."
"Why are you sorry?" He was totally confused now. Maybe it was the proximity. Maybe it was her mistaken notion that she needed to apologize.
"Well, I started the fight. I mean I shouldn't have gone to that bar looking for, well, you know what I was looking for," she bit her lip as a blush crept across her cheeks and his stomach flipped over again. Damn, she was so beautiful.
"Oh, honey, that's not your fault. That guy was way out of line. The way a woman dresses isn't an invitation for some asshole to touch her," he
