“Harper, you need to do something about that bodyguard of yours, because he’s getting on my goddamn last nerve.” Glimpsing out of the window, Harper saw that Tanner’s arm was hanging out of the front window of the Bentley…and there was a cat collar dangling from his hand. It was pink and had a little bell. “At least it’s pretty.” “My demon wants to claw his face off. Can’t you ask Knox to assign someone else?” “Devon, don’t expect me to feel sorry for you – you’re just as bad as he is. For God’s sake, you brought him a bag of dog biscuits yesterday.”
