“Hey, darlin’,” a new female voice said from his right. Zé jumped again, this time hissing a little. “Sorry ’bout that,” the woman wearing a Tennessee Titans baseball cap mocked. “I always forget how nervous y’all are.” “You’re not a cat,” he told the woman sitting next to him. “Definitely not.” “Pitbull then?” Her yellow eyes narrowed. “Gray wolf. And a Smith.” “I don’t know what that means.” “Dee-Ann Smith’s the name.” “And howling is your game?”
