Free Flamingo Fugitive (Supernatural Bounty Hunters 5) by E A Price Page A

them.  He didn’t go past flirting with the men, but if it meant more work, he wasn’t above flashing his big, brown eyes at them.  Gabby, however, was being a bit prissy and didn’t want to give him any young, blonde clients.  Not since the last one .  Stone didn’t know that the woman happened to be married to their distributor of health food shakes.  He wouldn’t have allowed her to seduce him if he had.  But Gabby, a fiery, Latina jaguar shifter who had a strictly business relationship with all her employees – and a wife called Lisa – was not amused.  They were now charged double the price for their health food shakes, and that meant lissome blonde women were off the table for Stone.
    But, Stone was almost certain he was melting her icy ire.  Almost .  And he was one of the better trainers in the gym.  Steve, whose nickname was Sgt. Pain didn’t allow his trainees to stop to take a break or get a drink.  In another life, he was surely brandishing a whip in a hot country where pyramids were being built.  Mimi, bless her bubbly soul, wore so little (including no bra) that she gave two guys heart attacks within the space of three weeks.  Biff was okay, but he had a tendency to let his mind wander and often didn’t put his clients through proper warm-ups, resulting in feelings of agony at the end.  Most of those clients didn’t bother to come back.
    Surely Gabby wouldn’t deny him?
    He sniffed the air, and his rhino moaned, pleasurably.  Damn, that smell really was good.  Chocolate peanut butter fudge cake had to be the single most wonderful smell in the universe – it really did.  It was the reason he took such a circuitous route when jogging – to avoid the bakery that made one almost as good as his grandma’s.  It was his smell – the smell that reminded him of afternoons with his grandma while waiting for his dad to come home.  She would ply him with so much cake, in the vain thought that if he were full of cake he wouldn’t remember that his mother had abandoned him.  Ah, those were the days.  The days when his dad started calling women bitches.   But Stone had his cake.  Course, it also turned him into a roly-poly young rhino.  Thank the gods he still had his strength.  As a teenager, he was almost as wide as he was tall, but he could still tow the gym teacher’s car home with his bare hands and without too much effort.  Hey, she was tall, blonde, and he had a huge crush on her.  It was her who actually got him back on track, and helped him to get into shape.  She taught him that sugar and carbs are his enemies.  He also lost his virginity to her.  Ms. Cox - that was her name.  He almost went misty-eyed at the memory.  She was probably to blame for his ensuing penchant with tall, toned blondes.
    Not that he was picky when it came to women.  He’d flirt with anything with a pulse, or even without one – vampires were hot, too .  But, he knew his type.  He also knew he’d never go back to being a roly-poly rhino, which is why he fervently stayed away from chocolate peanut butter fudge cake.
    But this scent…   His rhino sighed.  It was so tempting.  He wanted to throw his sweats to the wind and eat three chocolate peanut butter fudge cakes in a row.
    Biff frowned.  “You’re drooling.”
    “Mmm?”
    The bull shifter chuckled.  “Thinking about the flamingos, huh?  C’mon, let’s go round to Gabby’s office and see if we can get a good look at them.”
    “Mmmm.”
    Stone not so much followed Biff as he followed his nose.  The smell intensified and he felt a warmth spreading through his body that made him tingle and his rhino positively run around with excitement.  He chuckled inwardly; easy boy, we’ve had cake before.  The rhino ignored him; the beast was far too giddy.
    Biff grabbed a couple of bottles of water, so that they could appear to be standing around, nonchalantly chatting and drinking while they ogled the new clients.  Thankfully, the