Page 39 of Cold Foot Cash

“Not at all,” he said through a laugh.

“Dammit. Is it top secret?”

“No. I’m registered, and also, I’m realizing right now how friend-zoned I am. You haven’t even looked up my shifter-registration?”

“How would I even know how to do that?” she asked, speed-googlingshifter registration. “I’m human.”

“Yeah about that. I’ve never dated a human.”

“Well, good thing we aren’t dating,” she said cheekily.

He gave a dark chuckle like her sass was getting to him, but he wore that hot-boy smile. He liked sass. She could tell. “Are you prejudiced?” she asked as she opened the search bar on the shifter registration website.

“A little.”

“Against humans?”

“Yep. You’re fragile, and you can’t even fly or run fast. A papercut could get infected and kill you. If I dated a human, I would have to put them in one of those protective bubble wrap barriers, and then how would we even bone?”

“You are ridiculous. Humans aren’t that fragile. What’s your last name?”

He glanced over at her phone and enunciated, “Culver. Middle name Big Dong.”

“Oh my gosh,” she muttered as she typed his last name. “You know you could save me the effort and just tell me—

Cash grabbed her phone and tossed it to the floorboard, then pulled the truck over and slammed on the brakes, made a quick turn onto a dirt road.

“Middle name Crazy,” she said as her heart tried to pound through her sternum.

He checked the road behind them, and then said, “Get out.”

“Wait, why? Are you mad at me?”

“What? Why would I be mad? Get out so I can tell you what I am.”

Her mouth fell open. “Oh my gosh, are you going to morph?”

A laugh belted out of him as he shoved his door open. “It’s called a Change, not a morph. Be quick, ho—”

“Cash!”

“It’s a term of endearment! Between friends! Garden ho. Be quick, Garden Ho,” he said, hands out as he backed into the woods. “My skin is already tingling.”

She shoved the door open and got out. “Is your animal dangerous?” she asked, very interested in survival.

“Ask less questions and just enjoy the moment, Harley,” he called, giving her his back. He peeled off his shirt, and oh lordy, his back muscles rippled and flexed with his movement. His tattoo down his arm was so hot! Harley just stood there dumbly.

“Ready?” he asked, as he shucked his jeans.

For him to be butt-naked? Yep. She was ready.

Harley should’ve averted her gaze, but she couldn’t seem to make her body listen to her right now. Her hormones did not give one single Fig Newton about looking away from his glorious model physique right now. He was the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on.

Cash lifted his chin higher, eyes on her, Adam’s apple taut in his muscular neck. “The way you’re looking at me isn’t very friendly, Harley. I’m going to need you to tone it down.”

“I—”

Cash exploded.

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