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Sheila huffed a laugh and sank down into the chair on the other side of Jenna’s desk. “You’re fine. Sometimes big strong men such as that one have such an effect.”
Jenna swallowed hard and stared through the open doorway at the windows down the hall. “Do you have a mate? A partner? Boyfriend?”
“I forget you’re a shifter sometimes,” she said languidly. “I have been married for eighteen years. Some days I want to strangle him, but most days he’s the love of my life.”
Her heart rate began to settle, and Jenna let off a sigh. Everything really was okay. “He just told me I feel deep.”
A soft smile reached from Sheila’s lips to her eyes. “It’s very special to feel that way. It doesn’t happen for everyone.”
“I never thought someone would say something like that to me.” She chewed the corner of her lip and then admitted, “It’s a little scary.”
“Because you don’t feel the same way?”
“Because he could leave.”
“Oh, that’s an easy fix. You just tie him up and keep him in your basement. That’s what I did.”
Jenna’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“Just kidding.”
She inhaled sharply and let off a laugh. “Oh my gosh, I thought you were serious. You said that so confidently.”
“No, what you do is you trap him.”
“With a baby?” Jenna asked, appalled. Who was Sheila?
“No, with a puppy. You find out his favorite kind of dog, and you buy a little purebred puppy, and when you go to register it, you put all the paperwork in your name. Then you give the puppy to him, but you let him know if he ever leaves, you get to keep the dog.”
Okay, Sheila sounded kind of toxic.
“Just kidding,” the woman said again. “Men are simple, you just show them your boobs.”
“Okay, that one makes more sense.” And also, note to self, don’t ever go out drinking with Sheila, because for a split-second there, she was trying to figure out how to ask Lucas what his favorite kind of dog was, and that was not the type of woman she was. She was not a trapper.
The boob thing though—she could do that. Shifters weren’t modest and he’d seen her after a Change, and he’d kissed her just now, and this morning she definitely felt a boner pressed against her back, so he probably wasn’t repulsed by her B-cups.
“Lucas says he likes German Shepherds,” a voice came over the phone that was definitely sitting on the desk instead of the cradle.
In a rush, Jenna hung up the phone and froze. “Royce must’ve left the line open while we were working on your account.” Why was she whispering?
Sheila had the most entertained grin plastered across her face right now.
The phone rang and Jenna yelled, “Fuuuu—,” then remembered mid-curse that she was in the workplace and finished with, “—uuudge is my favorite holiday snack.”
“I’m so glad I’m here to watch this,” Sheila said. “You should answer that.”
Gritting her teeth, Jenna picked up the phone. She could tell the call was coming from the farthest outbuilding. “What?”
Royce said, “He said he also likes pit bulls, but he doesn’t want you to register it. He wants to you to adopt it from a shelter and put your name on the paperwork. Right?”
“Yep,” Lucas answered in the background.
Please let a crack form in the earth’s crust and swallow her up now.
“Oh, and Lucas said the boob plan works just as well.”
“You’re fired,” she ground out.
