Hudson studied Kit as his mate squared off with Connie. Oddly enough, Kit seemed perfectly okay, and the bond reinforced that feeling. Kit had been scared and worried, but not nearly as panicked as Hudson and Connie had been when Kit called.
Kit really was okay and was now giving Connie what for.
Kit suddenly swung around and pointed at Hudson. “You’re not off the hook, either.”
“Connie is my right hand. I really do believe you should focus your ire on him.”
“Oh, thanks. Thanks so much.” Connie crosses arms over his chest and glared at Hudson.
