Page 30 of Purrfectly Bound

“Anna, who is this? Ugh, it doesn’t even matter, I told you, we need you home. Let’s go,” she scolded.

“Sandra, this is Lance,” Annalia’s espresso-colored eyes met his and Lance’s chest puffed up.

All his protective instincts on high alert. Still, he was gratified to see his presence soothed her obviously frayed nerves as she pressed close to his side. Whatever these two wanted, it was obviously not what she wanted.

“So?” her sister scoffed, “We are your family, Anna. Let’s go.”

“Yes. This is none of your business,” the man added.

“Like Anna said, my name is Lance, Lance Jacosa, and if this concerns Annalia, it is very much my business,” he allowed a hint of his Tiger to lace his words.

Mine.