“Why are you staring at Pen like that?” Tex took the cat from my arms, and I couldn’t help but glare at the orange fur ball. “Enzo, you hurt my cat, and I swear there is no jail cell that will keep me from killing you myself.” The corner of my mouth quivered as I attempted to keep from laughing. “So, there is a line you’re willing to cross.” Tex shook his head. “Hurting a man’s fur baby is asking for it.”
