Page 66 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

The handcuffs, thankfully, prevented her from shifting, but even those only worked for so long. I needed to get her inside and booked before I had a proverbial rabid shifter on the loose.

“I think she needs a little push,” Jacob said walking to the other side of the car.

I nodded to him then settled my gaze on our newest addition to the system. “You’re choice. I help you out or my partner here will do it for you. Up to you. Though, if I were you, I would cooperate with me. He doesn’t like to play nice.”

She scooted to the center of the seat and tried to break the cuffs so she could finish shifting.

I shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I turned my attention to my partner and nodded.

He opened the door. I turned my back.

The car shifted and jerked. The woman screamed and hissed and growled. I shook my head and sighed. A loud pop against some skin sounded and everything calmed down. I peered into the back seat again. The shifter was scooting her rear on the seat toward me.

“I tried to warn you,” I said.

She glared at me. “Don’t talk to me.”

“All right, now that we have come to an understanding,” I said and slid my hand around her arm and then helped her out of the back seat, “maybe you could do me a favor and be a good girl while I escort you into the building. I would hate for you to have to learn that lesson again.”

She groaned. “I’m going to make you both pay for this. This is injustice. I already told you this was a mistake. You arrested the wrong person.”

I chuckled under my breath. “Right, a pregnant woman should be in cuffs instead of you.”

“It’s true,” she snapped.

“Uh-huh,” I said and shook my head. I shared a brief glance with my partner.

Once we made it halfway to the door, Jacob ran ahead to open it for me. He was always the chivalrous one, opening doors and such. I smiled as we approached him and stepped through the door.

It slammed behind us, and Jacob’s footsteps raced to catch up. It wasn’t a very long walk to processing. Just about one hundred fifty feet within the entrance.

“So, you are looking forward to your girly plans this weekend?” Jacob asked once he reached my side.

I rolled my eyes. “You just love being a glutton for punishment, don’t you?”

“You know me so well,” he said. “But seriously. It’s just weird. You’ve never struck me as that type of girl before.”

He was continuing to poke me. I was close to delivering a lesson of my own if he didn’t cut it out.

“First off,” I said as I passed along the prisoner to the attending officer and then signed the paperwork, “it’s not girly. It’s feminine. Something you would have no clue on. Second, it’s a spa day. Not exactly going to get my hair and nails done.”

“Uh-huh. Sure, sure.” He rolled his eyes.

I sighed and propped a hand on my hip. “It’s a novel thing where I get to pamper myself and make myself feel good.”

He shook his head. “Waste of money if you ask me.”

I dropped the pen to the clipboard and settled my attention on him. “Well, it’s a good thing I wasn’t asking you. Still, I’m going. And yes, I’m looking forward to it.”

I turned around and walked toward the main hall of the precinct.

“You do realize decompressing doesn’t have to involve expensive warm rocks and essential oils, right?” Jacob asked following me, still opening doors even though he was getting close to getting a punch to the arm.

I smiled. “You had me at warm rocks.”

He chuckled and I joined in.

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