Page 11 of Purrfectly Trapped

“Sh--- I mean, sorry. Yes, Nari,” he said, “but who will go with you to the market? It’s on your schedule---”

“I think I can handle anything my mate wants to do today, Reg. You go on.”

“Yes, Reg, go on. A haircut is exactly what you need.”

“Okay,” he answered.

Elissa exchanged a secret look with Uncle Uzzi and crossed her fingers. With any luck, Uncle Uzzi had found Gretchen the perfect man,er, mate.

Squeee!

She sure hoped her bestie was as openminded as she was about the whole turning into somethingfurryandpurrything these Maverick Pride fellas did.

Biting her lip, Elissa wondered if there was some way she could have maybe prepared her bestie for this first. Oh well. It was too late now. She said a silent prayer for both her friend and her Pride mate.

“Reginald?” Uncle Uzzi stopped him.

“Yes, Uncle Uzzi?”

“Be sure to tell Gretchen that I said hello,” Uncle Uzzi said with a twinkle in his eye, and a smile on his face.

Oh yes,Elissa sighed. She was so full of love and happiness. Content, safe, and sound in her mate’s strong arms, she leaned back, letting him bear her weight.

The Nari had a feeling that everything was going to bepurrfectlyfine.

Prrrrrrrr.

ChapterFour

Of all the ridiculous shit he’d ever heard.

Get a haircut, Reg.

Like, seriously? What the actual fuck? It wasn’t like Reg worked as a fashion model. Was it his fault his hair grew like nobody’s business? Or that the only barber in town left unexpectedly?

He wasn’t some dandy-Lion Shifter going to pieces over his hair, like those ridiculous males did all the freaking time. Lion males were such babies about their manes.

Not Reg. He was a Tiger Shifter and held a coveted position in the Nari’s private guard. He didn’t have time for this crap. And yet, there he was. Outside of some loud orange and pink salon calledCut It Out.

At least the name was cute, he thought. Reg growled, annoyed that he was even there. He hopped out of his blood red Jeep Wrangler XE Rubicon, with special modifications he’d ordered that were put in at a specialty Shifter-run auto shop.

Those additions were typically necessary for Shifters. His Jeep needed to carry not just a man of his height and bulk, but several at a time while also maintaining a modicum of comfort should he have the Nari, or other females in his presence. The bullet proof body and glass were just bonuses.

Reg loved that vehicle. It was his first major adult purchase. He especially loved it when he could take the top off and let the wind fly all around him.

Spring was crisp and cold in this part of the Garden State, but nothing his thick hide couldn’t handle. It was the rain that kept him from taking the top off just then.

Maverick Point tended to get a little wet weather every day around this time of year, and soggy seats were no fun for anyone. Maybe he’d take the top off on the upcoming weekend if it was sunny enough.

Fuck. He could not believe he had to have some human female friend of his Nari cut his hair. Shrugging off his misgivings, Reg stomped down the sidewalk to where the new salon was located. Well, technically, it was in the same spot as the old salon, but he’d never stepped foot in Mrs. Bower’s place before.

Thank fuck his brother, Rob, was overseas and couldn’t see him now. His big bro was a Navy Seal and spent most of his time away from Maverick Point. Occasionally, he’d email Reg or send him some wild or exotic thing he’d found when he wasn’t out on some mission or other.

Damn.

Reg missed his big bro. He wouldn’t have gotten mixed up in Blake’s shitstorm if Robbie was home. But that was no one’s fault but his own, and he knew it. He only meant Rob would have seen through that faithless prick. Reg had been trying to make up for his mistake ever since. Thank the gods for the Nari. Her quiet belief in him had been the only thing that had kept Reg going for a while there.

Yes, he’d royally fucked up by even doubting his Neta when Blake had been whispering poison in his ear. That Shifter had been pure evil.

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