Anton snapped magnets onto two corners of the black and white ultrasound photo and straightened it on the refrigerator. “Don’t want you carrying a gun.” “You’re overreacting.” Christina grabbed her bagged lunch from the refrigerator, along with her thermos, and headed toward the door. “I’m no different today than I was yesterday, and you were fine with me carrying yesterday.” It wasn’t like she carried the darned thing in her waistband or close to her belly at all. She kept it where most civilized women did—in her purse, and with the safety on. “I was never fine with it.” He raced around her and barred her exit at the door. “I simply tolerated it because I don’t like arguing with you.” “It was either that or the bite.” “And I’m not biting you.” “For the moment.” “Ever. Why fix what’s not broken?
What do You think about Beast (Norseton Wolves #1)?
