Page 8 of Shifters Awakening

“Great,” she said, easily straddling the stool, and Iwondered what it would be like if she wrapped her long legs around me like that. She dropped my credit card on the bar between us. “I wasn’t sure when I’d run into you or Sheila again, so I went back and grabbed it before I left the office.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to know how much it was?”

“Don’t care. You have it in your system now, so you can charge it whenever Sully comes in. If that doesn’t work out, call me.”

Appreciation and admiration warmed her eyes, and she laid her hand on my forearm. “I’ll do that.”

Her touch seared my skin, sending my brain to feral places. I broke the contact by standing up to fish my wallet out of my pocket, but I didn’t miss it when her gaze dropped to my belt buckle, and I hid my smile as I returned to my seat. Lack of self-control was about to be a problem—or a solution—for both of us.

Sheila appeared with Emma’s drink, deposited a small napkin square in front of her seat, and then placed the drink on it.

Emma gasped. “It’s like my hair.”

“Nothing less for our Rainbow Vet.”

Emma snapped a photo. “For social media later,” she murmured, and then she took a swig, a long one. When she placed the drink back on the napkin, she grinned. “It’s delicious.”

“Need a menu?” Sheila asked, glancing at me.

“I’d better, or I’ll be tipsy in five seconds,” Emma said. “I skipped lunch.”

Sheila turnedto me. “What about you?”

Instead of answering Sheila, I leaned closer to Emma. “Would it bother you if I ate you?” I paused, realizing my slip up. “If I ate beside you?”

“Not at all,” she said, hesitating. Then she added, “I think I’d like that.”

“I’ll take a menu,” I said, giving Sheila a glare, hoping a dose of ire would dim her glee.

Did it take the edge off my cousin’s smile? Hell no.

At least she hurried away before she ruined everything. “Let me grab those menus.”

Emma pointed to the nearly empty glass in front of me. “What are you drinking?”

“I’m devouring a mouthwatering Animal Doctor.” I held up the drink and drained the last of it. “It’s one of the best things I’ve tasted in a long time.”

“Is that so?” Her pupils dilated, and she took an unsteady breath. Had she shuddered? Her next swallow nearly emptied her own glass. “Do you like todevourAnimal Doctors?”

Oh, fuckity, fuck, fuck.

My dick’s in trouble.

CHAPTER FOUR

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Irepeat: fuckity, fuck, fuck.

If a tiny little spark landed, we would both go up in flames, and hell, maybe we were both already burning. Emma Carter had pulled out her box of matches. This was going to get out of hand…

Shit.If most of my employees were present, there was no way I’d be able to “devour an animal doctor.” Were they still here? I checked. A handful remained. Maybe they’d clear out before anything happened with Emma.

I scrambled for something non-sexual to say. “Sheila called the drink ‘the Emma.’ That’s after you, isn’t it?” Inane small talk, but it was the best I could come up with.

Her cheeks pinked slightly. “I’ve saved her daughter’s cat a time or two.”

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