“What?” Savannah asked. “What did you see? I want to.”
“They’re f*****g,” he said, laughing lowly. “The tigers. Look.”
She took the night vision goggles and placed them over her nose. They were still warm from where Mike had touched them. The heat dissipated as she peered through the lenses and saw…a bunch of blobs. Then the blobs moved. The shape of tigers—or one long beast with two front paws emerged—and then slowly seemed to morph into the other blob. f*****g? Oh. She saw it then. They were definitely going at it.
“Good,” Savannah said. “I’m glad someone is having a good night.”
“I’m having a blast,” Mike said, his tone boastful. “I haven’t gone on a tour this eventful in a long time.”
“They don’t often f**k?”
“Oh, they do. Tigers often f**k for at least four days to ensure fertil
