Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Barnaby: "Whoa!"

What was with that look?

Fine, if he didn't want him to look, Barnaby would just mind his own business.

He scratched his nose, feeling oddly innocent. Ever since Mr. Miguel got himself a girlfriend, it seemed like everything was suddenly off-limits.

"Mr. Miguel? Mr. Miguel?"

The man across the table, Brett, was starting to look impatient. "Are the terms not good enough? If it were Mr. Quinn, I'm sure he'd be satisfied."

Hull's face went icy cold. "If you think Mr. Quinn is easier to deal with, then maybe you should talk to him instead."

With that, Hull stood up, his whole demeanor frosty, and stormed out of the room without another word.

Brett: "What the...?"

Silas and Barnaby exchanged a quick look, both startled by Hull's sudden reaction.

Brett frowned, finally realizing things had gone sideways. "Silas, what's that supposed to mean from Mr. Miguel?"

Silas shrugged, clearly not eager to get involved. "Think about it. Do you really think Mr. Quinn would even look twice at what you're offering?"

Dropping Mr. Quinn's name-rookie mistake.

Everyone in Ferrowland knew that while Hull worked under Ronald, Ronald trusted him with almost everything.

to use Ronald's

"Brett, you heading

way out here to talk business had already put Hull in a bad

turned stormy. "Fine. I'll speak to

my guest," Silas said

toward the cabin, his steps growing faster and

five minutes when

to Yvonne's

those stories about Dan's

dangers lurking behind

e alway net

on

the bath towel tighter,

closer to the bathroom.

open with

just as Hull's tall, imposing figure

eyes meeting Susanna's

under the towel, her hair Still

"Wha-what are

half-expecting an intruder,

had been someone dangerous, speaking

Susanna had never imagined