Sonny has a talent for landing in situations that should come with warning labels. Crimson Hollow was supposed to be a pit stop, not a destination. He had one goal, and it had nothing to do with the massive polar bear shifter who looked at him like Sonny was both a problem and an answer at the same time. He had enough complications already and didn’t need another one. Too bad his bunny disagreed.

Reese had seen a lot of things walk through the doors of Cyril’s Café. None of them had ever stopped him cold. The scrawny, wild-eyed stranger who approached him looked like he hadn’t slept in a week and was two seconds from bolting, yet stood his ground anyway. Reese didn’t know what Sonny was running from. He didn’t particularly care. Nothing was getting close enough to his mate to find out.