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“So, not sure if you heard,” I began slowly. “But it looks like a love potion has struck you. I’m sorry, but I’m not your mate.” “I disagree,” he said simply.
Gods, the look of desire in her big brown eyes was so beautiful. I almost dropped to my knees and prayed to it.
Every day would be a never-ending nightmare of fish, misogyny and bad manners. Several women in Boohail, myself included, had decided we’d rather die alone long ago.
“Who abandoned you, sweetheart? I’ll bring you his head.”
A low thumping sound knocked against the porch railing, but it was too dark to see what it was. “Alright,” he said. “Is your tail wagging?” I asked. “No.” The thumping stopped.
