A man with yellow-green eyes squeezed through the mass of people on the dance floor, trying to reach the slender brunette at the bar.
She had her back, half-bared, facing him. With each twirl of her martini glass, the tiger on her shoulder blade came alive.
She spun when the man put his hand on her. Their eyes burned bright with anger.
"You're coming home right now."
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