Page 90 of Bria and the Tiger

“All right, lovely ladies. Let’s watch a movie.”

Tori giggled and hooked her arm around Lincoln’s arm. “Yes, let’s.”

Feeling sick to her stomach, Rosalie followed them to the theatre.

“It’s super busy,” Tori said as she stared at the crowd of people sitting in the small theatre.

“Nice call, Captain Obvious,” Rosalie muttered.

“What was that, hon?” Tori smiled at her over her shoulder.

“Nothing,” Rosalie said sweetly.

“I don’t even think there are three seats together.” Lincoln was scanning the theatre.

“Oh look, Hudson’s watching this movie too!” Tori waved frantically at the giant polar bear shifter.

He was sitting in the end seat of the very top row on the right side. There were only two seats in the row and the one beside him was empty. Rosalie wasn’t surprised. Forgetting that he looked rather terrifying with his rough features and perma-scowl, his big body filled the seat and he’d had to flip up the arm rest between the seats. She couldn’t imagine a stranger wanting to see the movie badly enough to try and sit next to him.

She followed Lincoln and Tori up the steps as Lincoln continued to scan the seats. “There are two seats in this row. I think we’re going to have to split up. It looks like it’s just these two and the one by the polar bear left.”

“Why don’t you and I take those two and Rosalie can sit with Hudson?” Tori said.

“That’s a great idea.” Lincoln winked at Tori before turning and smiling at Rosalie. “You don’t mind sitting with the big guy, do you, Rosie-girl?”

“You and I were going to watch the movie together,” Rosalie said.

“I know but there aren’t three seats together.”

“Tori can sit with Hudson.”

“Oh, he, like, totally hates me,” Tori said. “I don’t even know why, but he probably won’t even let me sit with him.”

“Who could ever hate you, darlin’?” Lincoln pressed a kiss against the top of her head, and Tori giggled again and leaned against him.

“What do you say, Rosie-girl?” Lincoln smiled at her. “You okay sitting with the bear?”

She sighed in defeat. “Yeah, sure.”

She headed up the stairs toward Hudson.

He stared at her when she stood next to him. “What?”

“Can I sit with you?”

He scowled. “I thought you were sitting with the lion shifter.”

“There aren’t enough seats together.”

“So, he dumped you on your date for the idiot rabbit?”

“We’re not on a date.” She could feel the tears wanting to break free of her lashes. “This is the only seat left. Can I sit with you or not?”

He hesitated, and she turned away and started back down the steps. “Forget it.”

His big hand curled around her wrist and held her still. He stood and jerked his head at the seat beside him. “Sit down, human.”

She was torn between what was more humilating. Sitting next to Hudson when he so clearly didn’t want her to sit with him, or having to leave the theatre, and wait in the lobby for Lincoln to finish watching the movie with that damn rabbit shifter.

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