chicken. "You are a most surprising creature, rude yet a gentleman." She sat down as Andy went back into the box, this time not so gingerly gripped a chicken, set it down on the floor and tore through the wrapping.
She unwrapped her chicken, staring at it. "I suppose it was too good to be true. My life is so messed up. He flirted with me, did you see that? It kind of makes me wish I really was a guy and gay. Then I'd have a chance with Hamish. Naah, who am I trying to fool? Ugly girls make ugly guys too."
The cat suddenly started coughing. "Hey, easy big boy, don't scoff that." The cat gave her a dry stare. She swore Andy understood every word she said.
Dreamily she gazed at Andy. "I don't suppose you're really a prince in disguise. What I wouldn't give for someone to fight my dragons and whisk me away from the prison of my tower. I wonder what it is like to be ravished, like the stories in these books?"
Andy paused in his eating to stare at her again.
She laughed at herself. "Yeah, I've been reading way too many stupid romance novels. They are quite addictive you know, fantasy beats the reality of my world any day. But, still you're the best thing I could have, even if it is for tonight."
Yup, this was turning out to be the strangest evening of her life.
~ * ~
He was going to knock Andy into next week. Hamish paced up and down the narrow alleyway next to Jo's dwelling and checked his watch for the umpteenth time. One a.m. , he growled.
No, he was going to knock Andy into the next century. The sneaky bastard had pushed his way into their mate's home and left him out in the cold. Not that cold, shifters ran naturally warm and Australian March nights were only just starting to cool.
But Hamish had talked and flirted with him. In no way had it felt awkward, but a natural desire to want to be with Jo made Hamish comfortable. He was pretty for a boy, no, not just pretty, beautiful. Guessing the lad was in his early twenties, he had big, wide, pale green eyes and full lips. Hell yes, he wanted to kiss them, nibble on them, and hear him gasp when he…
The rattle of a fence made him glance up as Andy landed easily on his paws.
"Took you long enough." Hamish let the frustration flow into his tone.
A moment later, a naked Andy replaced the Brownish Black Panther. Hamish tossed his jacket and pants at him.
"I had to make sure she was sleeping soundly before creeping out."
Hamish blinked. "She? What the hell are you talking about?"
Andy slapped him on the back, a wide mischievous grin on his face. "Considering I owe you for going in without informing you of my brilliant plan, I'll put you out of your misery. Jo Smith happens to be Juniper, and very, very female. I saw her breasts, Brother, they are very, deliciously real."
Confusion rolled through his brain, "But why would, he, uh she…"
"Dress and act like a man? Now that is the question. Something is very wrong with our girl. There is a gunshot wound very near her heart. I'd lay good money she is hiding from whoever did that to her." Andy's face turned down into an angry glare. "It's clear she was forced to change her appearance and identity. Living in this squalor and working and living off the grid. It's fucking breaking my heart to see the sadness and fear in her eyes. She's lonely and the way she talks about herself. Fuck, talk about low self-esteem. She called herself ugly, Bro. We have to fix that. She's the most beautiful woman walking the earth."
Hamish pictured her face, and it suddenly made sense when he'd seen uh, her, loose shirt earlier. He hadn't missed that her chest seemed fuller, as she clutched the knife. Damn straight she was beautiful.
Hamish's jaw tightened. "She's been abused, mentally and physically. You know we're going to kill whoever did this to her." He drew in a deep breath to let his tightening muscles relax, as the anger swirled deep into his gut.
"Hell yes, she's ours to protect now. No one's going to harm her again."
They were on