Robinson Destruction Thatcher Morgan Houston Beckett Jonas Dawson Anna didn’t know what to do with the man who acted like he was attached to her hip. Every time she moved, just to get up and move to the bathroom, he’d be right there with her, helping her into a panic attack. Not really, but that was what it felt like to her. Morgan wasn’t sure what he’d have to do to convince Anna that he wouldn’t just up an leave her. She was a tiger too, and she knew they were mates just as well as he did. But for some reason he couldn’t get her to trust him. “I don’t think that I’d offer you my hand. You’d more than likely bite it off.” She growled at him. “I’m not sure if you feel the same way I do about me growling at you, but all it does when you do it is make me want to spread you out before me and lick every square inch of you.”