The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

out he was going to California yesterday and last night he’d had to make a run to town to pick up enough food for his animals for a couple of weeks in case this all took longer than they expected. Fortunately Danny Davies, the clinic carpenter, was happy to feed his animal companions for him each night while he was away.
    “Quinn, are you listening?” asked Ambrielle. Guiltily he grinned at her. “I am now,” he said.
    “Okay, the whole journey is about two thousand four hundred miles and should be about thirty-four hours driving time. You travel through California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, and then Ohio. The plan is for you to do it in three days driving. Three very long days driving, I admit.”
    Quinn opened his mouth to interject, but Ambrielle raised her hand in a stop sign at him, so he shut his mouth again.
    “The real problem is Wynter Hall is a shark who needs to swim every day, and you’re pretty much travelling through the middle of the country where there’s not only no coastline, for there to be beaches and sea, but mostly it’s desertlike land, so there no lakes either. And I’m sure you understand she can’t just jump into anyone’s swimming pool and turn into a shark.”
    Rainer laughed. “Well, I guess not.”
    “Fortunately the werewolf pack has some friends, and there’s a group in Albuquerque, New Mexico, who’re happy for you to spend the night there, and another group about one hundred miles short of St. Louis. Both places have swimming pools and don’t mind if she transforms and swims as much as she needs to recover from the day’s travel. They’ll also feed you and give you any help you need. It’s possible you’ll only need to spend one night at each place, but if Wynter’s in too much pain or the travel has been held up too much by construction, you can spend two or even three nights at each stop. That’s understood.”
    “How far is it each day?” asked Quinn. He was pretty sure Albuquerque to St. Louis was a hell of a long way.
    “From her home in California to Albuquerque is around eight hundred miles so likely eleven hours driving, plus stops of course. It’s the next leg of the journey that’ll be a challenge. Albuquerque to about one hundred miles short of St. Louis is almost one thousand miles, so about fifteen hours on the road. Add in a few stops and it’ll be a very long day. You might need to stay there two or three nights for her to recover enough for the last day’s drive to here, which is a bit over six hundred miles, so eight hours or so, maybe nine hours if construction is as bad as it’s been lately.”
    “If we take food and water with us, and only stop for gas and bathroom visits, it’s doable, but it’s not going to be a picnic, that’s for sure,” said Rainer.
    “Hell yes, especially if this Wynter chick is in a lot of pain. Is Oscar sending us with some painkillers for her?” asked Quinn.
    “Yes, Oscar will put together a package of things for you to take, and he’ll give you some suggestions as to what to take in the car with you for her. You’ll be pulling a U-Haul trailer with all her things in it. Likely when you’re packing that you can get her to tell you which things she might need to use and you could put some stuff in the car trunk for her if she needs it.”
    “Like what?” asked Quinn.
    “Her favorite music maybe, or get her to download some e-books she could read onto her phone or a Kindle? It’s possible she does a craft like cross-stitch she could take with her to do, too,” suggested Rainer.
    Of course. He hadn’t thought of that. They’d be busy driving and navigating, but poor Wynter would likely be bored to tears sitting in the backseat for fifteen hours a day.
    Ambrielle gave them more details, and Quinn asked her some questions to help him understand this woman they’d be caring for. Thank God Rainer was with him and would understand the medical side of things. He