Naomi and Tyler (Plenty of Shift Book 2) Read Free

more about Tyler.
    So she watched Quinn with the interest of someone who’s observing the silver medal winner: much to recommend him, but no competition, not really. He was handsome and sexy, of course. And intriguing in his way. But it seemed that he was wealthy, and Naomi had a fear of those with money. They seemed privy to a world that she didn’t want to be part of. Money always seemed to change people, and never for the better.
    Then again, if Tyler hadn’t come in first, she might have been enticed. Quinn was a wolf shifter, and they were interesting. Loyal, generally speaking—though the recent Pack behaviour had proven that some were loyal to a fault, the wolves submitting to whatever behaviour their corrupt Alpha wanted from them. But as a species they were strong, mentally as well as physically. No doubt Quinn would make a good mate for some woman, and Naomi wished her well as she watched him leave. Whoever his future mate might be, she’d have her hands full with that one; something told Naomi that he wasn’t easily controlled by an Alpha or anyone else.
    “So?” asked Miri when she’d entered the office, releasing the ferret shifter from her temporary prison after the second candidate had left.
    “Tyler,” Naomi said, standing and stretching her arms over her head to let the last of the tension melt away. “Definitely.”
    “Well, that was easy. But I’ve got to know—why did you pick him?”
    Naomi pondered the question for a moment before replying. “Needless to say, he’s gorgeous. But ultimately it’s because I want to help him. He needs someone. And I think he could help me, too.”
    “Oh?”
    “I don’t know if I can explain it. Just—he’s an injured bird who hasn’t quite figured out how to fly with whatever wounds he has. And it makes him a little angry. But he wants so badly to be happy—he wants to be free of whatever’s keeping him down. Anyone who wants something, who’s determined to have it, usually gets it. And if he’s a good man, he deserves the best. Besides, I like the idea of a man who needs me and isn’t afraid to ask for help. To me that’s as masculine a quality as there is.”
    “Well, it seems that you’ve got him and yourself all figured out,” smiled Miri. “Then I’ll tell him your choice and have him get in touch with you.”
    “Good. But wait until tomorrow, would you? I don’t want to seem overly eager.”
    “Will do. But remember—we have that Fundraising Gala tomorrow night at the Hospital.”
    “Oh, crap. I’d totally forgotten. Well, I suppose it’s a good thing. It’ll give me an excuse to play Slightly-Hard-To-Get if he should ask me out right away.”
    “Don’t be too hard to get though, hon. I think Tyler might like a woman who lets him know what she wants.”
    “I’ll be smart. Something tells me I’ll ultimately be very easy to get, at least for this one. I’d like very much for him to grab me and never let go.”

Chapter Two
    T he next morning , Tyler lay in bed in his apartment, immediately recalling his interview with Miri. He interlocked his fingers behind his head, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he considered the strange experience.
    While the professional matchmaker had been asking him questions, he’d noticed her eyeing the large mirror in her living room more than once. That, combined with the fact that his acute sense of smell had picked up the scent of a second woman, another shifter, had made him curious. It was possible that the other woman was hiding out in the apartment somewhere, listening in on their conversation. And for one reason or another, the thought of it made him smile. The scent was pleasing—alluring and delicate at once. In addition to that, he was pleased that he’d been honest in his replies; well, as honest as he could be. He’d always hidden himself a little behind an invisible wall and didn’t seem able to escape his own reticence, but at least he’d tried to open up a little