Her Tiger To Take
said, “I
thought you were just looking for a good lay. And babies.”
    “That, too.” Her smiled turned seductive.
“You know we’d be good together, Nick. But I don’t want a casual
tiger father for my children. I want a partner. I want you.”
    “You don’t even know me.”
    “Whose fault is that? I’ve been writing to
you for months now. If you’d answered me even once, I might not
have had to come here.”
    “My silence was my answer.”
    “It’s the wrong one.”
    “Damn it, Tiana, I am not going to run. If I
don’t run, we have no option of having a relationship. Why make
things worse by getting to know each other?”
    She shook her head. “So fucking stubborn,”
she growled. “Okay, how about this? You spend the next few days
getting to know me, and I’ll get to know you. We’ll…date. It’s
always possible we’ll end up hating each other. Then you’ll get
your way. I’ll leave.”
    He frowned, about to open his mouth when she
interrupted.
    “But you have to really give me a chance. You
can’t go all pouty and silent.”
    “Pouty?” His outrage made him straighten.
    “Fine, tortured and silent.” She smirked.
“You have to seriously let me get to know who you are.”
    “What if who I am is tortured and
silent?”
    “I know better than that. I’ve been talking
to the people coming in and out of this diner all evening. They
adore you. People don’t adopt and adore tortured, silent types who
never give anything back. There’s a reason they like you. You have
to show me that.”
    “They like me because…” He trailed off and
let out a breath. “Because I helped them with a problem after I
arrived. They don’t care if I’m tortured and silent now.”
    “I got hints of that. What problem?”
    “Nothing. It’s not an issue now.”
    She shook her head. “Nope. You have to tell
me these things. That’s part of the deal.”
    “I haven’t made any deals yet.”
    She leaned back and crossed her arms over her
chest. The move plumped up her already generous breasts and he
couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from those soft mounds.
    “Nick Chernikov, either we date for the next
week and you let me get to know you, or I stick around and haunt
your every move until you give in and run. Those are your
choices.”
    With his gaze still focused on her breasts,
he said, “Those are crappy choices.” Feeling like a hormone-crazed
teenager, he forced his gaze up and met her glare.
    “Tough,” she said.
    Her bottom lip trembled a bit before she bit
it to keep it still, and he knew he’d hurt her again. The sight
made every soft, protective part of him want to pull her into his
arms and hug away her hurt. He stayed where he was, his hands
fisted against his thighs. But he couldn’t bring himself to hurt
her again.
    “Fine. We’ll…date. Although, if we get
caught, it won’t matter whether we end up liking each other or not.
They’ll officially ban me from the Run.”
    Those were the rules. Once a female started
her Runs, the males had to stay away from her in between cycles. No
dating, no courting, no attempts at currying favor outside the
official Run. The rules were in place to make the Run feel like a
fair contest between males. That fairness was an illusion, but it
was an illusion that had kept their community from descending into
chaos for the last two centuries. Hard to argue with that.
    “No one knows I’m here,” she said. “And I’m
not going to tell anyone. Are you?”
    He scowled. It would be a good way to get her
to leave him alone. Being banned from the Run would eliminate any
possibility of him trying for a tiger mate and would force Tiana to
make another choice. He wouldn’t be allowed to compete for her. She
wouldn’t be allowed to choose him.
    For some reason, he couldn’t force himself to
pull that trigger.
    “No, I won’t tell anyone,” he grunted.
    “Then. Okay.” She let her arms drop and took
a shaky breath. “Good. So tomorrow night Jane tells

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