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She still wasn’t his type. Tell that to his stirring cock, though.
    “You know , I’m beginning to wish I’d not interrupted those two broads accosting you,” she snapped.
    “Speaking of whom, I wonder who they were.” A sniff of his clothing and he sighed. “The tigers again, I see. They really are persistent.”
    “So they weren’t joking? They were trying to kidnap you to, uh— ” The stain in her cheeks heightened.
    “Seduce my body? Ravish me? Yes. They’ve been trying for months. My mother’s promised a prize to whoever can present her with the first grandchild.”
    “You’re kidding!”
    “I wish. Since I wouldn’t behave like a good lion of the pride and settle down with a harem of her choice, my mother took it upon herself to make me into somewhat of a challenge.” Even thought he could only see her face from the side, he noticed how her jaw dropped. “Oh don’t look so horrified. It has its advantages. I never pay for drinks anymore when I go out. Never lack for female companionship, and except for the occasional kidnapping attempt, have kept in shape evading the determined felines after me.”
    “ And I thought I had problems,” she muttered.
    “It’s not so bad. Th ose tigresses just caught me off guard.” Probably because his mind was preoccupied with another female, but she didn’t need to know that.
    “ Did I hear you correctly when you said you’re expected to settle with a harem, as in more than one girl?”
    “Again, my mother’s old fashioned idea. She seems to think because I’m her only son that I should mate with a few ladies, spread my seed, and father as many cubs as possible.”
    “You don’t sound like you agree.”
    “I don’t. See, I’m also old fashioned. I told her I was waiting for love. Needless to say, that didn’t go over well and has led to her increasing attempts at getting her way.”
    “That’s sick.”
    “To an outsider, perhaps, but that’s pride politics for you. Enough of my love life and mother, which I’m the first to admit should never belong together in the same sentence. Let’s talk about you. Surely your mother has admonished you to settle down and nest or whatever it is you bird types do.”
    “One, I don’t have a mother to bug me. And two, falcons mate for life. Something I’m not ready for.” He heard the unspoken ever.
    “No mother? Must be nice.”
    “Not really. Aerie orphanages aren’t the nicest place to grow up.”
    Nolan wanted to punch himself when he realized how insensitive he sounded. He tried to apologize. “I didn’t mean it that way. I mean, I’m sorry you lost your mom. It’s just having spent my life trying to avoid mine, who is a tad too involved, it sounds kind of peaceful.”
    “Overbearing or not, at least you ha ve someone looking out for you.” And with that, she slammed to a stop, and having forgotten to put on a seat belt, Nolan’s already sore head smacked into the back of the passenger seat. Ow.
    Rubbing his forehead, he heard her exit his car without so much as a sorry, or a sympathetic look. How refreshing. He also got a great view of her butt, which filled out her pants quite pleasantly, but didn’t entirely make up for her personality. Of all the women to get stuck with, he got the one who treated him as if he didn’t matter. I’m not asking for much. A kiss for my booboo. A come-hither smile. Her screaming my name, begging for more. Given she never looked back, he doubted he’d get any of those things.
    Lioning it up, he leaned between the seats, pulled a spare necktie from out of the glove box, wrapped it around his neck in record time, and departed his car to find himself in front of a trim bungalow. Single story, covered in faded yellow clapboard, where it lacked the white picket fence, scraggly boxwoods ringed the front yard instead.
    Of Clarice, he didn’t see a sign , but he did note the nondescript sedan in the driveway parked beside the VW bug, the daughter’s car ,he