“It means he likes you.” The grin turned into a full-on smile. “That’s enough, Glory.” The mama tiger finally turned and started off, her babe zigzagging underfoot. Tucker was grateful. He got lucky. “They’ll want to sleep now, is my guess. Come on.”
Chad was still on the ground, still holding his ass out of the muck with shaky arm and leg muscles. His breaths were shallow and his eyes were still rolled back in his head.
“You okay?”
“Uh-uh.” Chad made an attempt to stand. Tucker could tell his legs were as solid as overcooked linguini. In no way were they going to hold up his hundred-eighty pound, well-built frame.
“Need a hand, Chad?”
“No one calls me Chad anymore.”
“Good. You’re alive.” Tucker held out a claw. “Take my…arm.” He offered an elbow and Chad did as he was told, somehow
