Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

He-he-he-

Wait a second. Wasn't he always the cold, untouchable type before?

Yeah, that look of his just one icy glance and you'd freeze on the spot. He was the guy who could silence a whole room just by walking in.

That was Susanna's impression of Hull.

Dangerous. Severe. Unapproachable.

He seemed like the kind of man who didn't have feelings. People around him either thought he had some health problem or was just completely uninterested in, well, anything romantic. Zero needs.

And yet, this guy-this absolutely straight-laced, all-business man—just leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Make sure you're squeaky clean..."

Susanna sat at the kitchen table, stunned into silence for what felt like forever.

By the time she snapped out of it, Hull was already gone.

Her face was burning red-way redder than she'd ever let anyone see.

Of course, that's when Barnaby and Silas walked in. Just perfect timing.

Barnaby couldn't help himself. "Whoa, somebody's got spring fever over here—”

smacked him hard on the back of the head.

yelped. "What the hell was that

this afternoon, there'll be consequences," Silas warned, giving him a

the doc would come up with.

grumbled, "I didn't even

sheepish and a

shot him another glare, sharp as a slap. "How long's it been since

over. "Still

his hips, "and you're still spouting

at Barnaby like he was a lost cause, shaking his head in

Susanna, meanwhile, was still

getting ev redder.

done chewing Barnaby out, he turned to Susanna with a

Susanna's cheeks flare

first...well, after that, Silas and Barnaby had been at

They'd definitely

crew called Susanna "ma'am." Everyone except

wanted to duct

polite "yeah" for Silas. Barnaby, though, got nothing but an icy

his throat. "Boss says Barnaby's supposed to stay

Susanna blinked. "What? Seriously?"

No, please no.