Kit's [POV]
"Your face is all clammy. Do you feel sick?"
I started sweating the minute Butch picked me up. It's my body's natural response when confronted with a dominant male. Sweating, shaking, drooling I have no control over it. I'm sure pheromones are pouring out of my glands right now. I'm surprised he hasn't thrown me down on the ground and started mating with me. Surprised, and honestly, more than a little disappointed.
"Earth to Kit," he says, bumping my forehead with his. "Are you going to pass out?"
I shake my head to try to focus. "No, I'm fine. Answer my question. What part of Georgia are you from?"
"Who says I'm from Georgia?"
"I'm from Georgia," I say. "I can recognize that accent from miles away."
"You're not from Georgia."
