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“Exactly.” Heidi grinned.
“I give up.” Sally threw her hands in the air, then turned to Jacob. “You want some donuts as a consolation prize for not getting to ride along with the sheriff?” She pointed to several fresh boxes of donuts from Bessie’s Coffee Shop cluttering her desk.
“I guess so,” Jacob said.
When I spotted the basket Josie left at the front desk, I clenched my fists. “And will you toss that basket out?”
“My pleasure,” Sally answered. “I can’t stand that hussy.” She picked up the basket.
“Wait,” Heidi pleaded, snatching a biscuit from the basket and biting into it.
Sally dropped the basket into the trash with a loud thud.
“Yuck,” Heidi proclaimed, tossing the half-eaten biscuit into the garbage. “That tasted like sawdust. How the hell is that owl-shifter still in business?”
The door to the station slammed open, and Mack stepped in, announcing, “The otters and penguins are at it again. I just broke up another fight at the fountain.”
“That’s the least of our troubles,” I countered.
My heart raced with excitement. Some lucky unmated male might finally find his fated mate.
“What’s going on?” Mack asked.
“We have another hybrid in town,” I replied. “I’m heading over to Old Man Henry’s to check it out.”
“I’ll call Quinn to let him know what’s going on,” Mack said.
“Make sure Jacob gets home,” I told Sally and Heidi.
I didn’t need Jacob following me over to Old Man Henry’s place. I had enough trouble on my hands with trying to calm down a cranky old man and a hybrid that probably didn’t know that the residents of this town were all Others.
CHAPTER4
NOVA
My mind continued to retrace what I’d just seen. A horse transforming into a man.How is that shit possible?
Propping my hands on my hips, I asked again, “What are you?”
“Single,” he replied, twirling both sides of his handlebar mustache. “In case you’re interested.”
“Does it look like I’m interested?” I retorted.
“Nope, but you can’t blame an old man for trying.” He winked at me, then started to whistle a country song.
“Are you going to put on your clothes?” I asked, keeping my eyes on his face. I’d already caught an eyeful of his cock, and the man was literally hung like a horse.
“No. I love the freedom of my pecker flapping in the wind.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Well, I don’t.”
“Why? The body is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, my people believe it’s a beautiful thing.”
“Your people? Do you mean alien beings?”
I’d watched enough television shows about aliens to know that, according to conspiracy theorists, Alaska was a hotbed for alleged alien spacecraft sightings.
He barked out a laugh. “Do I look like an alien?”
