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it’s
harder to get off.”
    Taking off his shirt he got in the ring as he heard
his partner. “Blake, you idiot, that was just stupid to say. Now I have to sit
around and watch while he beats the crap out of you for ten minutes.”
    Blake climbed back into the boxing ring. “I wouldn’t
bet on him being the one to win. I’ve been hoping for a partner I’m equal with,
so I can let my frustrations out on him. Who do you think will win? I have a mate
pregnant with twins.”
    Kegon chuckled. “Don’t kill him, Blake. We’re hunting a drug dealer tonight.”
    Blake turned to him, and Brock braced himself at the
fierce look on his brother’s face. Brock hated to admit it, but he felt good
after talking to his brother and he knew after he let himself loose fighting
Blake, he’d feel like himself again. He wouldn’t worry about being a pussy or
soft anymore.

Chapter
Three
     
    Sammy was excited. Brock had called to say he would
be here any minute to start teaching her to drive. She’d had a couple of
lessons before her mother got sick and two or three while she was sick, but
Sammy hadn’t liked leaving her mother in case she felt worse while Sammy wasn’t
there. It was only days after her mother died that she met Greg, and he’d made
it clear he didn’t want her to drive and he thought women drivers were menaces.
    The doorbell rang, and Sammy grabbed her handbag and
partly skipped to the door. She wasn’t going to let Greg win anymore. Sammy
would learn to drive.
    Brock stood on the other side of the door in his
usual black clothes. Sammy wondered if he had any items of clothing that weren’t
black and if Brock’s five o’clock shadow was permanent.
    “You ready, angel?”
    Sammy pulled her handbag further up on her shoulder
and straightened her shoulders. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
    Brock took her hand a walked her to a black Commodore.
He opened the passenger side, and she got in as he walked around to the
driver’s side.   He got in his seat, put
his seatbelt on, and started the car. The car had a brand new smell, and Sammy
worried that she might scratch or hurt a brand new car.
    “The beach car park should be empty. It’s the
perfect place to start. The streets by the beach shouldn’t be busy as well, so
we’ll see how we go with learning the basics.”
    “Sounds good. I
have had a couple of lessons, but that was a while ago, so refreshing is a good
idea.”
    Brock nodded as he turned down the road that led to
the beach.
    Sammy breathed in the new smell again. “Is the car
new?”
    Brock shrugged. “It’s a couple of weeks old.”
    “A couple of weeks.” Sammy screeched. “I can’t learn to drive in a brand new car. What if I scratch
it, smash it, or hurt it?”
    “It’s not alive, angel, so you can’t hurt the car.
It’s also the cheapest of both mine and Slater’s cars for you to drive. I’m
insured, and you’re on my policy.”
    “Oh. You didn’t have to do that. How much do I owe
you for that?”
    “Nothing. Slater and I put you on our policy because we wanted to. We don’t need your
money. I have enough that if I stopped working I could live off my inheritance
very nicely and still have money left over for whoever I left everything to
when I die.”
    Sammy stared at Brock. He said this like having that
amount of money meant nothing at all. Sammy and her mother had worked hard for
everything they had. Sammy’s mother had received a small inheritance when her
father had passed away, and she had paid off the house they lived in. Sammy
wished the inheritance had been larger so her mother didn’t have to work.
    “Why, if you have all that money, do you work? And in such a dangerous job?”
    “I’m not one for sitting around at a desk. I like
using my abilities to catch bad guys. Plus shifters are pretty durable. We heal
quicker and can run faster, have better vision and hearing, and live a little
longer than humans.” Brock turned down the beach street to the car