Chapter 8
“You mean to tell me it was…?” Major couldn’t get the name out. He just couldn’t.
What the f**k was happening?
Was he on a parallel universe or something?
Sure, he’d been with Juanita a while, but he’d never made any promises. He’d made certain he hadn’t, because his Bear had been so f*****g uncertain that she was his mate.
Still, for the CCTV footage to have captured her on the back of a bike, a bottle in one hand, a rag sticking out the spout, and a lighter in the other… It meant something deeper was going on, didn’t it?
Mars stared at him, gaze penetrating before he said, “That’s her, isn’t it?”
Major nodded. “Yeah. It’s her. How did you know to come to me?”
A grimace crossed the Prez’s jaw. “Instinct. A solitary female with a Molotov cocktail in hand? Yeah, it screams
