Free Furry Fling (Bayside Tigers Series Book 2) by Rachel Real Page A

at me. “ Is that so ? If that’s the case, how come your eyes couldn’t tell the difference between a hammer and a wrench?”
    My face turned red when I glanced down at the tool—that was very much a hammer—in my hand.
    “Yeah, sure. Know what, I don’t have the time to argue with you about this. My husband has an appointment set up to start a restoration job on his old car.”
    “So, then you must be Mrs. Draper. Since you’re new to Bayside, I’ll give you a discount. And I’ll also give you a discount for me being a bit of a dick. Fair?”
    He said, but my focus couldn’t tear away from his craving eyes.
    “No. That won’t be necessary. Do you have any idea when you’ll have the job done?”
    Lynx swaggered out ahead of me. His massive frame outsized me by several feet. My heart suddenly jumps when he gets much too close. I noticed this seashell necklace dangling from his neck.
    “This heap of junk is gonna need the works...” he blurted with flip in his voice. “New paint job. New mufflers... hell looks like an all new semi-engine too. He’ll be waiting all summer before I finish.”
    I rolled my eyes. Gagging at the thought that Lynx and I would see each other eye-to-eye for at least three months. The old coupe was the only car I had to tote around the island.
    “Without this car, I’ve got no other way to get around...” I sighed.
    Lynx shrugged his broad shoulders.
    “If you’re looking to keep yourself busy, you’ve got the best tour guide in Bayside standing right in front of you. Since you’ve got my card, just give me a ring whenever you need a ride,” he grinned.
    “Okay,” I squeak looking again at his nicely contoured golden abs. Another part of me wasn’t sure whether accepting his offer was a smart idea or if I just made a deal with the Devil of Bayside.

Chapter Two
    G arfield and I sat at the breakfast table the next morning. He unfurled a crisp newspaper in his hands and skimmed through the financial section. While eating my breakfast, my mind wandered off way off to other things...
    Things like Lynx Blackthorn standing behind me and pressing his sturdy well-oiled chest into my back.
    Jeez, you’ve got to stop fantasizing, Rory! I hissed to myself. But I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to run my hands down his hard fit muscles. My breaths became shallow, and I bit my lip.
    “Ah!” I cried touching my lips with the tip of my finger.
    As I pulled it away, I saw blood.
    Garfield lowered the paper taking a long look at me.
    “Is everything okay?”
    “Nothing’s the matter. I’m just a klutz is all,” I squealed exhaling quickly.
    Garfield then returned his attention to the newspaper.
    “I’m thinking about going into town to pick up some things. Is there anything you want?” I asked standing up from the table.
    “Why don’t you pick up some steaks and I’ll have Raoul prepare something for tonight.”
    Garfield always had a real love of meat. He liked the priciest cuts of steak and beef.
    I nodded smiling weakly.
    I left the table swiftly and looked at myself in the hallway mirror. Of course, all I could see was my chunky hips and batwing arms.
    This dress is way too frumpy. I can’t go out looking like this. My face was just so round and my arms just looked so big. Then I smacked myself on the forehead.
    “What you look like doesn’t matter, Rory. It’s just running errands and getting groceries,” I mumbled to myself.
    I dug in my small purse and fished out my cellphone. Then I gave Lynx a call.
    “Blackthorn Auto repair, do you need something?”
    “Hi Lynx, it’s me. Rory Draper. I’m sort of in a bind and need a ride to...”
    Blackthorn interrupted me.
    “No worries. I’ll be right over...make sure you wear something short and tight. It’s hot out,” he growled.
    As I widened my eyes, Blackthorn had already hung up the phone.
    What did he just say to me? Who does this Lynx Blackthorn think he is?
    I peeked my head in the dining