Dr. Monroe glanced up from his reluctant prey, eyes widening in surprise at Gabe’s harsh tone. “What’s your rush, King? You got a hot breakfast date?” The douchebag sounded a little jealous at the thought. And then, in a classic case of the world’s worst possible timing… “Morning, Highness.” The words, coming from directly behind Gabe, were a silky-sweet purr. He hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching. How did that fucker always move so quietly?
