Free For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) by E A Price Page A

point.
    Jessie shrugged. “He seems great, funny, charming…”
    “Has a tight, tight ass,” offered Isis.
    “But, he said he’s still settling in, and needs to unpack all his boxes after the move. He said he’d love to come out with us another night. And Cecile already asked him to be on the softball team.”
    Cutter slapped down his beer. “But she hasn’t even seen him play!”
    Isis snorted. “Doesn’t matter, you should have seen the way Cecile was simpering all over him when Lucie was giving him a tour of the building. I swear I thought the swan shifter was going to faint like a southern belle.”
    His wolf stirred at the mention of Lucie. He figured she was only giving him a tour because she was being nice, and they were going to be working together. She was too nice for her own good .
    He tried to sound nonchalant. “So, he’s at home, right? Not, anywhere else?”
    Not out on a date with a hedgehog shifter? Lucie had said specifically that she was only interested in him, but what if the lion shifter tricked her into a date. She was so sweet and innocent; he could have bamboozled her into having dinner with him. Lord, they could be eating pasta in a romantic, Italian restaurant at that very moment!
    Dale gave him a sideways look. “What do you care? You don’t want the doctor for yourself, do you?”
    “Of course, not,” he muttered. “I’m just curious; he seems kind of familiar.”
    “A few years ago, he worked at the Ursa SEA. But, still, you seem really interested in him.”
    Cutter rolled his eyes, told Dale to fuck off and sucked on his beer. His wolf was a little mollified. He guessed that if Lucie had gone on a date with the lion, Jessie would know. She had her tiny finger on the pulse of all the gossip in the building.
    As the evening wore on, people drifted away to talk to other friends and hook up with new friends until Cutter was left drinking with Dale.
    “Shame about Clayton,” observed Dale dispassionately.
    There had been no love lost between Dale and Clayton. In fact, the older eagle shifter had been suspended a couple of times for punching Dale.
    “Yeah,” murmured Cutter.
    “You should do something to take your mind off it.”
    Cutter nodded. He’d been thinking about doing just that. He was thinking about leaving, shifting and going for a run. Letting his wolf free might be just what he needed. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and intended to leave altogether when he got back.
    When he did return to the table, it was to find that another beer had been lined up for him, Dale was grinning inanely and they had been joined by twin peacock shifters.
    He sat down and glared at the twin girls – and yes, they were little more than girls . He considered asking them for ID to make sure they were allowed to be in the bar. They both flipped their black hair over the shoulders in unison and stared at him disinterestedly.
    “Cutter, this is Taryn and Sharon.”
    He nodded in their direction and leaned over to Dale. “What the fuck are you doing?” he whispered, furiously.
    Dale chuckled. “No need to thank me. You’re tense; you need to get laid. These girls are horny. Pretty copacetic, right?”
    “When did you learn such a big word?” he taunted as his wolf yapped miserably.
    There was no way he was going home with one of those girls, so Dale would just have to entertain them both. In fact, he’d probably enjoy that.
    “I’m not interested, okay?”
    Dale frowned. “Just have your drink and enjoy their company. If you’re not interested after you’ve finished then all you have to do is leave, and I’ll take care of them.”
    All his instincts said no – his wolf howled at him to get up and get the hell out of there – but Cutter gave in. What could one beer hurt?
    “Fine.”
    Dale grinned and started chatting to the girls. They were in college, majoring in English Literature and played lacrosse, but they didn’t let that get in the way of their true passion