Page 3 of Shifter For Hire (For Hire 2)

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Chapter 1

Lachelle leaned back in her seat and tapped a finger on the steering wheel. She snorted in amusement. Here it was the middle of the night, and she had driven over to her boyfriend’s house because she was in the mood.

“God, I must be crazy. I should have at least called him.”

She pulled her phone out her purse and brought up the screen to dial but then hesitated. No, he wouldn’t be mad. She was offering her body. What self-respecting man would refuse?

Twitching her trench coat together, she climbed out of the car then frowned. This stupid coat was hot. Wearing a matching panty and bra set under it and nothing else seemed like a good idea at the time, but not at seventy degrees this time of night.

“It won’t be long. Just get a move on, Lachelle.”

She jogged along the walk to Skip’s building entrance, her flip-flops clopping on the cement. All around her, the apartment complex lay in silence. Not a person stirred anywhere. She glanced up at the balcony she knew belonged to Skip. No movement or light there.

What if he was asleep? She grinned. If he was he wouldn’t be for long. Not when she got her hands on him. As she approached the building, she laid a hand over her belly and sighed. Not for want of trying, she still wasn’t pregnant. Part of that had to do with Skip saying he didn’t want to have kids until they were married.

Her heart fluttered as she recalled his words and how he had expressed how much he cared. A few months ago, she wondered if she would ever open her heart again, or even if she did, if anyone would fill the hole left after she lost her former fiancé.

With a pop, one of her flip-flops came apart. She stumbled and went down to one knee. Her belt came undone, and the trench coat flapped open with the sudden breeze. She grasped the two sides of the coat. A door opened, tempting her to shoulder roll, but she figured she would break her dang neck and scooted out of sight behind a car.

While she did everything she could to stay fit, that didn’t mean she wanted to flash some random stranger out on the street. Her friends down at precinct twenty-three would laugh their heads off if they heard she was arrested for indecent exposure.

Peeking over the car to see if the coast was clear, she squinted at the man just heading out of the apartment building. She could swear that build and gait looked like Skip’s.

He said he couldn’t come over that night because he had work to finish up, and he thought he wouldn’t complete it before she was in bed. So where the heck was he going at two a.m.?

Maybe he’s coming to surprise me.

She started to call out to him and changed her mind. Wouldn’t it be fun to jump out at him in front of her place and scare the living daylights out of him? She followed.

At the turn off where he should have headed to her place, he went the opposite direction. She increased the distance between their cars. Of course if he glanced in his rearview mirror, he would notice her following, even if he couldn’t see what kind of car it was. There were few cars on the street at that time of night.

Skip led her all the way across town. She searched her purse for her phone. “Maybe I should text him to ask. I mean I know he’s awake.”

Instinct made her hesitate. He might have an urge for a midnight snack. At least one restaurant in town opened that late. A few minutes later, when he drew up outside the place, she laughed at her silliness.

“See, Lachelle, you were worried about nothing. I should tell him to grab me a reuben. God, that would be delicious tonight. I can eat lighter tomorrow to balance it out.”

Once again, she raised her phone to text Skip. He hopped out of his car and jogged across the street toward the restaurant. Instead of going inside, he stopped, checked his phone, and glanced furtively up and down the street. When he darted into the alley beside the restaurant, Lachelle’s phone slipped from her fingers and fell on the floor.

She dove out of her own car in hot pursuit. No doubt about it, Skip was up to something. She couldn’t imagine what it could be, but whatever it was, she wouldn’t wait around for him to explain himself after the fact.

Squeezing the broken flip-flop between her toes, she hobbled at top speed across the street. The dark alley loomed with light from the restaurant only stretching so far. Fear never once stopped her, so headed in. Her boyfriend disappeared, but a shadow shifted above her head.

She looked up and slammed straight into a wall. No, not a wall—a man.

Maybe it was because he was dropping down from the sky that made him unsteady. She wasn’t sure. Her small body hit his gigantic one hard enough to knock him off his feet. They both went down hard to the ground. She landed on top of him, breath forced from her lungs, nose bumped against a rock hard chest. She bit her lip and cried out in pain.

“What in the heck!” She glared into the most beautiful male face she’d ever seen. “What is your deal? Are you crazy, dropping to the ground? Don’t you think people would be walking around down here? If you want to play monkey bars in alleys and risk breaking your ankle, you can do it somewhere where I’m not!”

The man didn’t say a word. Nor did he move. His gaze lowered to her chest, and she followed his line of sight. Another shriek escaped her. During all the chaos, she’d forgotten she was dressed in her underwear and a trench coat and that the coat had come open.

She scrambled

to her feet and snatched the coat closed then turned to run after Skip. The lunatic caught her arm. She rounded on him, throwing a punch. He caught that hand.

“Get off me. If you think you’re going take advantage of me because of the way I’m dressed, claiming I was asking for it, you’re going to have my knee wedged where you don’t want it to go. I’m nobody’s easy target!”

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