Redhawk Caldera Blue Hours

Wrong tree, pal. This was another part of why she'd been so willing to approach this directly. She remembered that Bronco was a decent dude with a pretty great sense of humor. Two things that did not make hating him all that easy. So she couldn't, even if she'd wanted to.

The accuracy of his next statement obviously took her by surprise, but her immediate reaction was to laugh again. He'd probably take it for the ridiculousness of the suggestion, but it was hilarious he'd managed to hit the mark on a joke while being completely in the dark. Holy shit, absolute gold. There was no guilt to tie up the reaction; she'd dealt with any of it that lingered before coming here. There was nothing between her and Teya for him to worry about.

Seriously? You're going to act like you have to tell me that? She gave him an excuse me look, then gestured with a paw back at him. For all I know, you've got some kind of beef with her ex and are using my best friend as a revenge bang. Which, if it's true, I'm going to have to warn you against. Don't let these three legs fool you - I've got a nasty bite.

She smiled with her teeth, but there wasn't anything threatening about the way she stood. The amused spark in her eye might have been enough to tell she was mostly joking otherwise, but the main message was something she figured would stand. She's important to me. Don't fuck her over.

And that was far from her last question. This here was an interview.