In fact, his blue eyes were really sort of creepy and intense. He had longish unkempt grey hair that was thinning on top and his once white wife beater tee shirt was stained with meals of past. Shauna crinkled her nose. “Who says you’re Macgregor?” His voice was rough and accented as if he came from Scotland maybe. Shauna had never met anyone from Scotland but she was a huge Sean Connery fan and this man had the Bond accent that enamored her. “I was left on a doorstep as a baby. The slip of paper pinned to my blanket said Shoshauna Macgregor.” He was already shaking his head. “What are you? Twenty three or four?” She nodded. “None of my girls were pregnant then, we had a long spell with no pups. My boys would’ve told me. We can do the DNA test though if you want.” Shauna looked up at Connor. He nodded and took her hand lifting it up to Macgregor who took it and quickly bit her finger.” Shauna squealed jerking her hand away and Connor’s blood turned hot. “She’s your mate isn’t she Maddock?” He smirked, snatched her hand back to his mouth, and licked her fingertip. “She’s your mate and you haven’t claimed her because you’re afraid that she’s Macgregor. You wouldn’t want to be saddled with a pack of mongrels would you Maddock?” He spit at the floor. “She ain’t Macgregor, calm yourself Maddock. She’s purer than that. She’s a Ross.”
