Chapter One Hundred and Five, The Shifter Bar Part Four.
Hannah’s Point of View.
“Your face when you walked in was priceless. Your hand went to your neck, like your mom does, clutching imaginary pearls,” I giggle uncontrollably at Del, who growls at me, but the smile on his face could light up a room.
I can feel through our bond just how much he loved the bar fight. To let loose and not give one ounce of a s**t. All his southern charm was put to one side, as we fought side by side, back-to-back.
“You are going to pay for this, babe,” he growls in my ear, as I wiggle my bum on his lap, feeling his bulge grow and poke my cheeks.
“Damn right, I am,” I giggle at him, then grab us both another beer.
I tell you what, six bottles of beer each go down quickly when you are in the mood.
