He’s my savior…
He came in on a gust of cold November wind and changed the pattern of my breathing.
 Even before I knew he was there for me, I was willing to bend to him.
 He had a mission and he fulfilled it.
 I’m saved. I’m home. I’m safe.
 Until I’m not.
 Now, he’s my keeper.
 He’s cold. He’s arrogant. He’s rude as hell.
 To him, I’m a nuisance.
 To me, he’s a god.
 I’m a noisy house sparrow.
 He’s a lethal panther.
 We shouldn’t make sense.
 But fate sure does have a wicked sense of humor.
*The Bronze Garza is a complete standalone. This is not a mafia romance.