Page 14 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

Silence.

Then a pissed-off growl. “We do not have a fucking friendship text circle, Meat.”

I chuckle because he’s wrong. We totally do.

Zeke is just in denial.

The overgrown lizard is a big softie—he just doesn’t know it yet.

“Seriously, Meat. What the fuck do you want?”

I grind my teeth at the nickname but shake it off. This is just his affectionate way of communicating.

“Well, I just thought you should know we got some pussies in town,” I say, keeping my voice light. “And they’re stinking up the watering hole.”

Zeke exhales hard. “You at that bar again, Meat? Damn. I never knew you to take so long to bag a broad. Why don’t you just take that girl home and fuck her out of your system already?”

My Bull sees red.

My fingers tighten around the phone.

“Hey, be fucking respectful, Zeke. That’s the only warning you get.”

There’s a pause. A low hum of understanding.

Then his tone shifts. “I see. Okay. Pussies in town. Got it. I’ll tell Max and Emmet, though you could’ve called them yourself.”

“Nah. It ain’t worth bothering them. But I figured someone should know.”

“You need backup, man?”

I pause. Because, holy shit, that’s a Dragon Shifter offering help.

And I’m touched. Really.

“I don’t think so. Thanks, though.”

Because let’s be real.

I’m built for this shit.

I spent most of my life fighting, and I can handle a few overconfident cats.

But what I can’t seem to handle?

Arliss.

I can’t seem to steer clear of that buxom blonde beauty.

My Bull is obsessed.

But that fear, the one that’s kept me running my whole life, grips me by the throat.

I sit in that bar and two things are clear as goddamn day:

Arliss is human. She isn’t part of my world.

My Bull doesn’t give a single fuck about that.

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