Flora, fauna, and if it had a heartbeat—so long, sucker. He couldn’t believe Molly had just walked out. On his mother. On…him. He snarled at a lone squirrel as he ran past, even bared his teeth and licked his chops, though he despised the taste of small game. The thing froze, then turned bushy tail and fled. A new job. Fuck. If she was going to leave him, didn’t he have the right to know what kind of job it was? Why she wanted it? Who had offered it to her? And if it had anything to do with a male? The thought had his blood surging hot and fast through his veins. Growling, he picked up speed, zipping from tree to tree. Only when he heard the high-pitched and very pissed-off cry of a fellow puma did he stop short. Breathing heavy, his puma’s sides heaving, he realized he’d startled off the prey of the massive male puma who’d obviously been on the hunt. And not just any male. He cursed inwardly and shifted into his human form. The other puma shifted as well. “Garrick?” Backlit by the moon, the tall, blond Suit stared at him, confused and more than a little irritated.
