"No!" Bride snapped, but it was too late. The wolf had already latched on to Taylor's arm.
Taylor screamed out in pain.
She grabbed the wolf and pulled him back. Vane strained against her, barking and snarling ferociously as he finally let go of Taylor's arm.
She pulled him into the back room and locked him up.
Taylor held his bleeding arm to his side. "That's it. Consider yourself sued."
"Don't even try it," she said, her own temper snapping as she came back to where he was standing. "You were on my property. I'll tell the police you were threatening me."
"Yeah, right, who would ever believe that?"
"Any anchor person at the other two stations who hate you as much as I do."
His face went pale.
"Yeah, Taylor," she said evilly. "Remember who all the little fat chick knows in this town. I'm the last person you want to screw with."
He turned on his heel and went outside.
Bride followed him and heard him yell at the movers, "Just dump her shit on the street."
"Don't you dare!"
"Do it," he snarled at the men.
To her instant chagrin, the movers opened the back of their truck and started putting boxes on the curb.
Bride was aghast. "I'll pay you three hundred dollars to take it to my apartment around back."
The movers passed a look to each other, then nodded and headed for her gate.
"I'll double whatever she offers you to leave her stuff on the street like the trash that it is."
They set the boxes back on the curb.
"You unbelievable bastard!"
He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it as a motorcycle came roaring toward them.
Bride frowned as the rider jumped the curb in front of the Alfa and parked it right outside her shop. The instant the rider removed his helmet, her heart pounded.
It was Vaneand not the furry one.
Dressed in a black leather jacket and faded jeans, he looked good enough to eat.
And his rugged handsomeness made a mockery of Taylor's pretty-boy features.
Taylor stared at them as Bride closed the distance between them. Vane put the kickstand down, then slung a long, masculine leg over the bike. In one fluid move, he pulled her against him and kissed her like something out of a movie.
"Hi, Bride," he breathed against her lips.
She smiled up at him. "Hi."
"Who the hell is this?" Taylor asked.
Vane gave him a once-over that said he didn't think much of Taylor. "I'm her lover, who the hell are you?"