“It appears that I am not the only one to appreciate your worth, Lee.” Jim leaned down and whispered it in her ear, bringing her the scent of his hair and the musk of his skin. She looked up and his hot gold eyes were glowing with interest. While Lee had hoped to get the attention of a large male to help protect her, she wasn’t sure what to do now that she was eye to eye with one. “Um. Thanks. Now, that drink?” She tried to shift away from him and looked down at her shirt. “Damn.” “What?” “I got blood on my new shirt. I just bought this.” She sighed. There were slashes of coyote blood and the darker press of red from Sara’s wounds. “The colour combination just looks abstract. No one would guess that you had held yourself back from gutting those twisted little buggers.” Jim escorted her past her adoring fans and back to her seat on the barstool. He left her and took Chuck’s place behind the bar. The serpent raised his hands and went to attend to other patrons.
