Chapter Twenty-Seven: Alex

I can’t contain my laughter as I pull my raging mate from her prey. Goddess, this woman is perfect. I carry her screaming body into the kitchen, plopping her onto the counter.

“If I knew you could do that much damage, I don’t think I would’ve rejected you.”

“But you did. Guess that means you’re due for an ass kicking.” Amber’s eyes are dark, and the smile on her face is terrifying.

“You scare me, but I’d let you if it meant that you’d forgive me.”

“Well, I just might hold you to that.”

“Scout’s honor. When you forgive me, you can kick my ass.”

“Were you even a boy scout?”

“No, but still.”

I hand her some ice wrapped in a rag for her knuckles. She stares at me, switching the ice between her knuckles.

“Well, if you weren’t a boy scout. Then, what were you? What did little Alex Dunn want to be when he grew u