“The husband got in front of his wife but Gwen never understood the whole waiting-for-a-guy-to-protect-you thing. She was a runner and hopefully the guy could keep up.”

“Mitch waved his hand in front of his nose. “Christ almighty! What is that funk on you?” Gwen smirked. “Eau de Grizzly.”

“And all Jess knew about Gwen was that she threatened Brendon Shaw’s cranky sister with acid during the wedding. Not that Jess blamed her or anything, because Marissa Shaw could be a real bitch, but Lock deserved a lovely sow who loved him, pampered him, and understood his obsession with honey.”

“Lock grinned at Gwen. “He’s fun,” he said, reaching out and cuffing Mitch without even looking at him. “He just keeps trying to get back up.” Bam! “It’s great.” Bam! “Like ‘The Little Lion Who Could.’” Bam!”

“Gwen hates me,” she reminded him.“Don’t be narcissistic. She hates everyone.”

“What's the matter?" And she could hear the smile in his voice. "Cat got your crotch?”

“But my pretty little Gwen…me and her daddy…” Then she purred. Seriously. Purred.”