Page 11 of Fastlander Fallen

“Working for the zero dollars an hour I make building a Crew that has nothing to do with me? I’m sure my non-boss would understand if I take a break. That was the coolest fight I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t need an ice pack,” he gritted out, scanning the other shifters near them. He didn’t like their attention drifting to him, but he enjoyed their attention hovering on Corey even less.

“My car is over there,” she said. She grinned. “I promise I won’t kidnap you. I’m slightly terrified.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You don’t smell scared at all.”

“Okay, then you can stay right here and I will be right back. Wow, your lip is already closing up.”

Ace pulled the neck of his blue shirt up to his lip and wiped it well. “It’ll be healed in a few minutes. Why did Gunner tell me to stick around?”

“I think we are doing multiple rounds of interviews. Maybe you made it to round two. Was that really Damon Daye? Do you think he would be mad if I ask him for his autograph?”

“Oh, you’re one of those weird ones,” he murmured, running his hand through his hair to dislodge the leaves and grass from it.

“I’m not weird,” she argued.

“You’re one of those shifter chasers, right? A groupie?”

“I don’t like what you are implying. I’ll have you know I only date humans. You people are crazy.”

“That’s accurate.” He was probably going to have to finish that fight with Captain tomorrow at work. Why did he stalk off into the woods? Where was his car? Had he really walked all the way up here?

“What about you?” she asked conversationally.

“What about me?”

“Do you only date shifters?”

His jaw might actually be broken. “I’m single,” he said distractedly as he rubbed his aching jaw. Captain could throw a punch.

“No, that’s not what I’m asking. I mean, do you only date your own people?”

“My own people. Lady, what do you think I have? A tentacle dick? I’m not that different from you.”

“So it’s settled then?” she asked.

God, his face hurt. Were his teeth loose in the back? He tested them with his tongue. Crap, a little. “What’s settled?”

“You may take me out.”

He’d never been struck dumb before this moment right here, but there was a first time for everything. He just stared at her with his hand wrapped under his jaw. “Come again?”

“So you’re saying you can make me come multiple times?” She waggled her eyebrows.

His eye twitched.

“You winked at me. That’s a yes.”

“It was an eye twitch, not a wink, and absolutely not. I’m not in the mindset to take anyone out right now. Especially not a human.”

“Why not?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“How about I’ll go get you the ice pack, and you process your feelings about me, and then when I come back you can give me the list of reasons you shouldn’t go eat food with me at the same table where I will buy my own sustenance—”

“Sustenance?”

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