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Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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teaching someone to be something they’re not,” she admitted. “This isn’t how I normally do things. I normally interview prospective clients, and get to know them, and get a feel for who they would be compatible with.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked her right in the eye. She looked away.
“So why did you agree to work with me?”
She felt her cheeks heat up. The Shepherds had insisted on a non-disclosure agreement. She couldn’t tell him about their deal.
“Reasons,” she muttered. “Admittedly self-centered reasons.”
He didn’t argue the point. He just shrugged indifferently. “Fine. Those suits should be ready by Friday. You can pick one for me.”
She nodded, feeling faintly queasy at the thought of him actually going out to lunch with Tiffany. Wooing her. Flirting with her. He could be very charming when he wanted to – and she knew he had incentive, because he didn’t want to lose the clan land.
But this was what she’d been hired for. Well, blackmailed for.
“All right,” she said. “Oh, and there’s one other thing. The fish and game department called me, and they said they found silver bullets at the site where we were fishing. I guess they’re considering the possibility that whoever shot at us was deliberately targeting shifters.”
He straightened up at that, and stared at her, shaking his head. “I don’t like the sound of that. You should stay with me until they get to the bottom of it.”
“Stay with you? Where?” Wait, what? She hadn’t meant to say that at all. She’d meant to tell him that it was out of the question.
“My house.”
“I can’t,” she said with regret. “It wouldn’t be professional. I have an alarm system at my house – I’ll be fine. And Gillian and I are taking turns having Sprinkles for the night, so if it’s my night to have him, you know I’ll be safe.” She smiled at that, but he didn’t.
“You’d be safer with me.”
“Cecily and Hubert would have a fit,” she said. “And really, I think we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time that morning.”
“You sure you don’t want the chance to make my house over too?”
She grimaced. “No, I’ll settle for your personality and eating habits and wardrobe, I guess. Am I pretty terrible?”
“Nope. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Really?”
His sensual lips quirked in an amused smile. “Course not. Do I strike you as the kind of guy who does anything he doesn’t want to?”
She felt a sudden warm glow spread through her.
“No, you don’t,” she admitted. So…that meant he liked spending time with her?
No, that was a treacherous road – she couldn’t let her thoughts travel there.
As they walked back to the front of the diner where his bike was parked, she thought she smelled something familiar. It smelled like…the guy from the parking lot, the one who’d eavesdropped on her. The one who had corrected her grammar.
It was just the faintest whiff, and then it was gone so quickly she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it or not.
She put on her helmet and climbed onto the bike behind Zane, settling in comfortably and trying not to think of his lunch with Tiffany as they drove. Why spoil an otherwise delightful ride?
As they headed towards the city, she heard the screech of tires and then the crash of two cars colliding, far behind them.
Zane heard it too. He pulled over immediately and called 9-1-1 on his cell phone. Then he turned around and headed back, getting just far enough to see a car crashed into a tree, consumed in flames.
There were already police and a fire truck on scene – they’d gotten there quickly.
There was only one car there, overturned and in flames. The driver hung upside down in his seat, limp and unmoving. The firefighters were backing away from the car. Zane and Wynona scrambled off his bike.
In one fluid movement, Zane shifted into bear form. Now he towered seven feet high at least,
He raised an eyebrow and looked her right in the eye. She looked away.
“So why did you agree to work with me?”
She felt her cheeks heat up. The Shepherds had insisted on a non-disclosure agreement. She couldn’t tell him about their deal.
“Reasons,” she muttered. “Admittedly self-centered reasons.”
He didn’t argue the point. He just shrugged indifferently. “Fine. Those suits should be ready by Friday. You can pick one for me.”
She nodded, feeling faintly queasy at the thought of him actually going out to lunch with Tiffany. Wooing her. Flirting with her. He could be very charming when he wanted to – and she knew he had incentive, because he didn’t want to lose the clan land.
But this was what she’d been hired for. Well, blackmailed for.
“All right,” she said. “Oh, and there’s one other thing. The fish and game department called me, and they said they found silver bullets at the site where we were fishing. I guess they’re considering the possibility that whoever shot at us was deliberately targeting shifters.”
He straightened up at that, and stared at her, shaking his head. “I don’t like the sound of that. You should stay with me until they get to the bottom of it.”
“Stay with you? Where?” Wait, what? She hadn’t meant to say that at all. She’d meant to tell him that it was out of the question.
“My house.”
“I can’t,” she said with regret. “It wouldn’t be professional. I have an alarm system at my house – I’ll be fine. And Gillian and I are taking turns having Sprinkles for the night, so if it’s my night to have him, you know I’ll be safe.” She smiled at that, but he didn’t.
“You’d be safer with me.”
“Cecily and Hubert would have a fit,” she said. “And really, I think we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time that morning.”
“You sure you don’t want the chance to make my house over too?”
She grimaced. “No, I’ll settle for your personality and eating habits and wardrobe, I guess. Am I pretty terrible?”
“Nope. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Really?”
His sensual lips quirked in an amused smile. “Course not. Do I strike you as the kind of guy who does anything he doesn’t want to?”
She felt a sudden warm glow spread through her.
“No, you don’t,” she admitted. So…that meant he liked spending time with her?
No, that was a treacherous road – she couldn’t let her thoughts travel there.
As they walked back to the front of the diner where his bike was parked, she thought she smelled something familiar. It smelled like…the guy from the parking lot, the one who’d eavesdropped on her. The one who had corrected her grammar.
It was just the faintest whiff, and then it was gone so quickly she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it or not.
She put on her helmet and climbed onto the bike behind Zane, settling in comfortably and trying not to think of his lunch with Tiffany as they drove. Why spoil an otherwise delightful ride?
As they headed towards the city, she heard the screech of tires and then the crash of two cars colliding, far behind them.
Zane heard it too. He pulled over immediately and called 9-1-1 on his cell phone. Then he turned around and headed back, getting just far enough to see a car crashed into a tree, consumed in flames.
There were already police and a fire truck on scene – they’d gotten there quickly.
There was only one car there, overturned and in flames. The driver hung upside down in his seat, limp and unmoving. The firefighters were backing away from the car. Zane and Wynona scrambled off his bike.
In one fluid movement, Zane shifted into bear form. Now he towered seven feet high at least,
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