Beauty and the Beastmaster (The Masterson Series Book 1) by Carol Devine

Author:Carol Devine [Devine, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

"Should I try to call her?" asked Amanda.

Bram kept his eyes and concentration on Tasha, although he wasn't immune to the anxiety in Amanda's voice. She'd been working to make friends with the tiger by talking to her for the past twenty minutes, without success. He kept his tone light. "Nope. Just bare your teeth in one of those rare pretty smiles of yours."

She must have obeyed because Tasha tensed. Bram knelt to whisper in her good ear. He ordered Amanda to approach gradually, rewarding the tiger with soft words, treats and strokes whenever she relaxed, even slightly. "Put your hand on my shoulder," he told Amanda when she got close enough.

"Don't you think this is a bit ridiculous?"

"It's working, isn't it?" Bram reached up and grabbed her hand. Tasha crouched, her snarl full of menace. Bram released the hand and she immediately eased her stance. He glanced at Amanda. "I'd like to try that again, only without my holding her."

"Are you crazy?"

"Don't worry. I'll put her in the car.” He rose, urging the tiger forward.

Amanda followed from a safe distance. "I hope you know what you're doing."

"Tasha's problem isn't with you, it's with me. Whenever you come in contact with me, she throws a fit."

"Has she done this before?"

He thought of all the times Tasha had seen him with women, the autograph hounds, the groupies, the occasional one night stand. Even his ex-wife. "No, never."

"Then how can you be sure what her problem is? For all we know, she could have gas pains or something."

"I've lived with this animal for almost twelve years. I know her better than I do myself. Tasha considers you a threat. She must be shown you're not the enemy. In the animal world, actions speak louder than words." He directed Tasha into the car and slammed the door.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll explain in just a minute." He circled the car, checking doors and windows. "The only thing I'm worried about is when she sees us together, she might hurl herself against a window hard enough to break it."

"She can't. The glass is bullet-proof. Even if it shatters, it won't break."

Bram lifted his head, his interest sharp. "Is bullet proof glass a standard feature on Cadillacs these days?"

"My family is understandably security conscious. When I moved out to Colorado, my mother wanted to hire a bodyguard and a chauffeur to drive me around in a limousine. A large car with numerous safety features was our compromise."

"What about the bodyguard?"

"I grew up with them dogging my every move. It wasn't something I enjoyed. I take the necessary safety precautions but I refuse to have someone guarding my every step or driving me around as though I was the Queen of Sheba."

"Lucky for us," Bram observed, his tone preoccupied. He checked the car once more, then walked toward her. "Okay, I'm ready. Come here and take my hand."

"I've seen that look before, Masterson. Sorry, but I won't agree to anything physical."

"Is a handshake innocent enough for you?"

"What more do I have to do?"

"Nothing.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.