“Why you scowl?” Valentina’s voice was low but all demand. “You have had that look on your face for days.” Alex rolled back his shoulders. “I’ve got things on my mind.” “Then you should go somewhere else to brood. You scare off customers.” He felt his brows snap together. “I don’t brood.” She rolled her eyes. “All dominant male shifters brood—they just like to pretend they don’t. You, my son, are champion brooder.”
