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askin’.”
    Kitty slumped in her chair. “It was fucking fantastic. And I
didn’t treat him like a dirty, naughty boy. I treated him like a whore.” She
groaned and covered her face with her hands. “He was just lying there looking
all sexy and sated and…and satisfied, like he finally got his way. So I just
had this urge to take him down a notch and I told him it was just sex, then I
told him to get out,” she said in a big rush.
    It made her feel worse looking back on it now because he’d
honestly believed they were getting back together. She was such a bitch.
    She peeked through her fingers for Daisy’s reaction. It was
exactly what she expected. Daisy’s eyes were wide with shock, her mouth a
perfect O of surprise. God, if I shock even Daisy, what did Monk feel like
when I did that to him? Guilt, something that had been hanging over her
head for days, settled heavier on her shoulders. Her mama had always told her
two wrongs don’t make a right and she’d wronged Monk because he’d wronged her.
    A groan built up in her throat, but didn’t make it out
because strong arms wrapped around her, compressing the air from her lungs. She
looked down to see Daisy hugging her, her brown eyes sparking with delight.
    “You’re my motherfuckin’ hero, Kitty. Mon cher bon Dieu! What did he say? Did he cry? Please tell me he cried.” She gave another
enthusiastic squeeze of her arms. “Well? You’re not going to leave it at that,
are you? I need details, bitch.”
    “Can’t. Breathe.”
    “Oh.” The arms let go and Kitty dragged in a much-needed
breath, but Daisy didn’t let her recuperate for long before she grabbed Kitty
by the shoulders and shook her. “Tell me fucking everything!”
    Kitty slapped away her cousin’s hands, her grizzly a little
stronger than Daisy’s black bear. “What? Why? What does it matter to you what
happened?” Because she couldn’t share the heartbreak she’d seen in Monk’s eyes,
or the way his face had fallen. It hadn’t brought her any enjoyment, only more
confusion and pain.
    Daisy pulled back with a frown. “Because he’s an ass. I
mean, we talk and everything, but you should see the females in town just about
throw their panties at him like he’s Tom Jones or something. Hell, not even Ram
gets hit on as much as he does.”
    “Because they know you’d kill them if they did,” Kitty said
wryly, purposely ignoring the part about Monk.
    “This is true, but you, my most wonderful, awesome,
man-killer friend, have brought the manwhore down. You should have, I don’t
know, made a plaster of his cock and had it framed because as far as I know
there isn’t a single female in the parish who hasn’t taken a ride on the cougar
and come out the winner. Hell, just this morning I saw Callie Hebert chasing
him down Main Street wearing this ridiculous little—” Daisy’s eyes widened and
she clamped her mouth closed as though realizing she might have said the wrong
thing.
    And if her aim was to keep Kitty calm and mellow, her cousin
had definitely fucked up because Kitty’s mind could too easily picture Callie’s
thin body wrapped around Monk’s the way it had so many years before. This time
though, Kitty was hauling around a fully grown grizzly in her soul and this
bear wanted blood.
    Her bear let out a roar that made the walls of the room
shake. Daisy paled, her eyes as big as saucers. Fangs punched out of Kitty’s
gums, her claws sliced through the tips of her fingers. She even felt the
layers of muscles behind her neck twisting as her bear tried to burst free of
her human skin. It wanted to go out and maim the little slut who thought to put
her hands on Kitty’s mate.
    She fought the change because a grizzly shifting on the
second floor of an older home was never really a good idea, but it came anyway.
Her clothes, one of her designs, fell away without tearing, but Kitty barely
had a chance to enjoy the success of seeing her craft at work. Her bear wanted
to snap