My voice became ice—cold and sharp. "Don't talk about her like that. She's a lady, and a professional. She deserves our respect."
Truth was I didn't want him talking about Bunnie like that because I considered her to be mine.
No matter if we hadn't seen each other in fifteen years. Time had a way of making crystal clear what really mattered.
Bunnie mattered.
I noticed Bert staring long and hard at her in spite of my territorial warning, waiting as I did for her to turn around. He rocked back on his heels, enjoying the little bit of insight he had on the topic in which I was demonstrating clear interest. I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Oh, trust me. The whole town is aware of her professionalism. Bunnie Petite is lead scientist over at LDH Resources Management. Just one more reason no
