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shrugged. At least he still had some money in the bank. He’d used what his father had given him to get his business degree, but he’d always tucked a small part of his cheque into savings. After paying for Grady’s funeral, Lyndon’s savings had almost been wiped out. Since he thumbed most rides and slept out in the open when he could—which was more often than not, considering what he could shift into—Lyndon hadn’t touched much of what money he had left.
    But he thought he might tonight. It had been too long since he’d slept in a bed and had a long, hot shower. Bathing in streams could suck, and he’d paid for the occasional shower at the truck stops, but often there simply wasn’t time between rides to enjoy a shower. Plus, if it were crowded, it didn’t pay to piss off the other men who were waiting, not if he was hoping to bum a ride from one of them. This morning he’d got a lukewarm shower at a stop outside of Jenkins, but after today’s exertions—
    Lyndon sniffed and closed his eyes as the musky scent of cum reached his nose. He saw Levi again, resignation already showing in those pale eyes, Lyndon’s cum splattered on his body. God, but he wished he’d ran his hands over that warm flesh, covered it in his spunk so thoroughly the leopard shifter would never get the scent off. If he’d fucked him, marked him from the inside out—Lyndon snorted.
    What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he hardly ever got laid. There were, not surprisingly, a large number of horny guys in the world. A lot of them happened to be truckers eager to spread their cheeks for Lyndon. He thought it might have more to do with what he was than how he looked, as if humans could detect the undercurrent of the beast inside him.
    It was several miles into Holton. Lyndon walked the distance in the dark and didn’t see a single vehicle along the way. It was late, almost midnight by the time he reached the lone hotel in town. The place looked to be well-maintained, which Lyndon hoped meant plenty of warm water. He checked his reflection in the window before he entered and smoothed down his long hair. At least he had on decent jeans and shirt, and had managed to shave that morning, so he didn’t look like the vagrant he was.
    Inside, the lobby smelt clean, a little like artificial pine cleaner, but that was better than many alternatives. Lyndon stepped over to the counter and saw the sign informing customers to ring the bell if they needed help. A tap of his finger made the thing clang irritatingly, but less than thirty seconds later a perky young woman came out from what might have been an office. Her blue eyes rounded as she swept her gaze over his face and torso. Lyndon wished he’d worn something other than the tight, long-sleeved T-shirt.
    “Can I help you?” she all but purred in a way that did absolutely nothing for him.
    Regardless, he plastered on a smile that probably looked as fake as it felt and dug his wallet out of his back pocket.
    “I need a room. I’m not sure for how long, maybe two or—no, three days? At least.” Who knew if he’d stay that long, but maybe he would. It didn’t have anything to do with the man he’d met, Lyndon told himself. He was just tired of moving around and wanted some time to rest and not worry about where he was going. The latter was true, but Lyndon knew the first part of his reasoning wasn’t. Levi intrigued him, and Lyndon felt like he’d been caught in a sensual snare he wasn’t certain he wanted to be free of.
    “That’ll be one-ten.” The woman—her name tag proclaimed her to be Dahlia D—rested an elbow on the counter and leant forward.
    “That’s fine. Cash okay?”
    She looked at him for a long moment then nodded. “Usually we require a credit card, but I can make an exception.”
    Lyndon casually moved a step back to avoid contact with Dahlia D’s large breasts and took his licence and most of the cash he had on him and handed it over. As Dahlia D