Bearclaw Valley Papa Said Love Wouldn't Be For Me

Cole chuckled, his eyes lighting up with a playful glint. Aw, now, Milana, you’re just tryin’ to make me blush, he drawled, the warmth in his voice genuine. And jealous, you say? Well, I reckon that just means he’s got good sense, wantin’ to keep ya all to himself. He gave her a friendly nudge, his grin widening.

Can’t say I blame him, he added, the teasing tone softened by a bit of sincerity. Man’d be a fool not to know what a catch he’s got in you. His tail gave a happy thump, glad to see her so lighthearted, and he tipped his head toward her. But don’t you go tellin’ him I said that—don’t need him huntin’ me down, now.