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not find hard to locate. He was an energy-fuelled adventurer, and women would swarm to him as if they were giving in to some kind of repressed sexual identity. Society demanded a certain kind of restraint for women, but once they entered the wild in his embrace they gave themselves to him as if to a protector; letting their imaginations run wild on how dangerous the landscapes of Colorado were. If it gave them an excuse to melt into his arms and replace their anxieties with lust, then who was complaining? No one, unless you considered those with committed partners left at home.
    That was none of his business and he’d never asked in the past, but something had changed recently. He’d started caring. The best he could figure was that there were two matters to deal with. Firstly, he’d realized that he’d had enough of playing the field, and he wanted to settle down with one perfect partner he could dote on and build a lifestyle with that was more homeland than adventure.
    Secondly, he’d realized that the initial object of his affections had become someone he’d met on an online forum, which was of course nonsense, as he didn’t even know what she looked like. If you couldn’t even get your eyes on a babe, how could you hope to do anything else with her?
    No hope whatsoever.
    This person he’d been chatting to on Roar4More.com, even if she seemed like the woman of his dreams, could be anywhere in the country. They had barely even gotten to know each other, yet Jesse found himself acting aloof when other women fluttered their eyelashes at him. Friends of his were even throwing strange expressions his way, trying to figure out if there was something wrong with him. He couldn’t care less about that, but the idea of being onto a losing game was not sitting well with him.
    Actually, part of that assessment wasn’t true at all. The truth was that there were three matters for him to worry about, but the third was something he was trying to ignore, except in quieter and more vulnerable moments before sleep or after waking up. This third matter was that he’d been feeling quite sick lately, and more so each day. Four or five days ago he’d first noticed it, and he’d figured it was just some kind of cold. After all, it happened to everyone occasionally, whether they were a shifter or not. Still, being sick was rare for Jesse; he was in the peak of fitness and being ill was not something that happened often. On this occasion, however, the bug was insisting on being noticed. Each day his limbs felt heavier and a strange sense of lethargy was dragging him down.
    Energy was something he had taken for granted all of his life. It was naturally strong in shifter genes, anyway, although in tiger form it was natural to conserve some energy to power his might, whereas in human form he was an over-compacted oil well ready to burst. At least this was usually the case, but the thought of shifting after the last five days caused him to dread what it could do to his system. Additionally, the many miles his frame was expected to travel each day as an adventure tour guide in the local mountains was becoming more and more arduous. When was this haze going to shift? Surely he wouldn’t have to take the drastic step of visiting a doctor? His hardy reputation would never live such a failure down.
    Jesse knew he was occasionally vain and pig-headed, but for a free spirit he believed these to be useful qualities to have. After all, women were not repulsed by him, and men envied him. Sometimes they clearly imagined that he had a limited intellect, but often this could have its advantages too. The deer of the Colorado woodland were not the only ones who would fail to see him coming.
    Forget the bug , he told himself. Sleep it off and think about Yerbua; she doesn’t think I’m stupid. If I have to yomp all the way to the icy wastes of Alaska to find her then I’ll damn well do so. Tomorrow, take your mind off things and go catch up with