Even if she had another man in mind, Tantum could replace him with no trouble. He had that much confidence in himself. Arousal and curiosity flourished in him as she’d described to her friend what she intended to do to her man when she found him. “Nasty, wicked things.” He wondered. Could she really be that fearless? She'd wanted a good fight too. Surely, this wasn't the woman he’d met at the airport, blushing from his kisses, though he’d liked the naïve girl, too. This new brassiness was like a flower budding into a firecracker. He found it very interesting indeed. Watching his sleek feline walk over toward Hark, Tantum's anger started to boil. Could Hark Sullivan be her man? Sullivan was an asshole. Tantum had met him during one of his NESA courses back in the day. He was beyond brutal to the trainees, particularly to Tantum. Not in a tough way. In a debasing, demeaning way. A few years later, Sullivan worked a mortgage fraud case and the real estate agent he'd been assigned to was killed in a questionable car accident.
