A dark-haired man with electric-blue eyes hadn't taken his eyes off Car since she'd sat down. He watched her like, well, a predatory wolf watched his mate. Car glanced over her shoulder and when she turned to face Nissan her expression was dark. "Uh oh. "I'm sorry. Is mate the wrong word? I'm still not sure of all the correct --" She shook her head and placed a gentle hand on hers. "I'm sorry, it's not that. No, he's not my mate. He's a very persistent... Never mind. I'm actually unmated.

Dangerous Craving