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bared her fangs at the nickname. “What got your considerable panties in a bunch?”
    Lucie almost choked on her own appletini. Implying Avery was anything other than slender or toned was a crime against nature. But then the two cats fought over just about anything.
    “A morning spent trying to deal with a bitch of a hyena and then an afternoon with the world’s surliest wolf shifter – that’s what happened!”
    Isis, in an unusual fit of sympathy, actually softened. “You’re right; spending the day with Primrose and Cutter sounds hellish to me. No offense,” she commented to Lucie.
    Avery relaxed a little. “Look, Cutter’s an okay guy,” she paused as Isis snorted, “but it’s clear that he isn’t into you. So my advice is to find someone new. Not the love of your life, just some rebound guy for a bit of casual sex.”
    “Or, does he have a brother?” inquired Isis.
    Jeez Louise! Lucie bit her lip. “Guys, it’s not that I don’t, uh, appreciate all this advice, but I was kind of hoping for something a bit more practical. Like ways I could win him over.”
    Jessie gave her a pitying look that she chose to ignore. Her hedgehog pushed at her to do something. She wasn’t quite ready to give up yet. She wasn’t sure she ever could.
    “Please guys?”
    The squirrel huffed half-heartedly. “Well, what does he like?”
    “Swearing,” volunteered Avery.
    “Drinking,” suggested Isis.
    “Hitting things,” laughed Avery.
    Jessie gave them a scolding look. “No, I meant more along the lines of what does he like to eat or drink or does he have a hobby? Like you could pack a picnic of his favorite foods and take it to watch a football game or something like that. Try appealing to what he likes; try doing something romantic and then if that doesn’t sway him, give it up as a lost cause.”
    Lucie nodded in agreement, liking everything she said until that last part. No, giving up wasn’t an option.
    Avery snapped her fingers. “Yes, that’s it. Give him a big romantic gesture and if that doesn’t work – fuck him. Go big or go home.”
    Isis shook her head. “No, this is easy, just turn up at his apartment wearing nothing but a trench coat. When he opens the door, drop the coat and, voilà, he’s putty in your hands.”
    She was alarmed at how excited her little beast got over that idea. The plan certainly had its merits. Cutter wasn’t made of stone – even if parts of him certainly seemed to be rock hard . When faced with a naked hedgehog shifter in possession of, even if she did say so herself , a very impressive bust, she highly doubted his resolve wouldn’t crumble like old cheese.
    “That’s not bad,” she admitted to a preening Isis.
    “Just let me know if you need to borrow my trench coat – I have several.” Isis clapped her hands together. “Alright, I am going to get us another round of drinks.”
    The lithe tigress sauntered away, swinging her hips, pushing her boobs out and eye-fondling just about every male in the bar. The good thing about Isis is that she always procured free drinks for everyone. Her record from leaving the table to getting a guy to offer her a drink was sixteen seconds.
    Lucie couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her as Isis blew air kisses at a very surprised looking panda shifter. He almost inhaled his bottle of beer in surprise.
    Ah, to be a five-foot-ten tiger shifter .
    *
    Cutter snarled at a fellow wolf shifter who pushed past him as he was entering the bar. The wolf returned the snarl, and they kept going back and forth in a snarling contest until, finally, Wayne thumped him on the back and told him he was thirsty.
    It had not been a good day.
    His wolf had been sulky and irritable all day, even more than usual, and they hadn’t made any headway with either of their cases. Plus, somehow Primrose got wind of the fact that he had been within a hairsbreadth of Lucie getting her delectable fingers on him for his physical, and that he’d bolted.