Catherine’s pulse quickened. “You’ve been watching my house?” He shrugged, the gesture casual and chilling all at once. “Had to. That cub’s worth more alive than dead, but it kept slipping back to you. You’re the reason I’ve been wasting nights out here.” Her stomach turned. “You trapped its mother.”
“She’s insurance,” he said flatly. “You, on the other hand, are a complication.” The leopard stirred inside the cage, a deep rumble rising from its throat. The sound made the man’s expression tighten. “Easy,” he muttered, glancing toward the bars. “You’re not going anywhere.”