Shifting Destinies: A Paranormal Interracial Story (HIdden Hills Shifters Book 3) Read Free Page B

much worse. There they were for the world to see. She nabbed them quickly and cleaned herself up. Emmaline then stuffed them in her purse and pulled up her top.
    He placed the condom in the cup holder, making a mental note to clean it up when he returned home. Getting his leg into his pants took some doing, but eventually he managed.
    Footsteps sounded outside his truck, followed by a knock on the window, causing his heart rate to triple.
    “Saw the car was a rockin’ ,” Burke telepathed. “ So I came a knockin’ .”
    His best friend had a sense of humor. “ That means you need not be stoppin’ .”
    Emmaline grabbed his hand. “Was that Burke?”
    “Don’t worry. He won’t say anything to Tasha if you don’t want him to.”
    “How do you know?”
    He couldn’t be certain. “I’ll tell him not to.”
    “Don’t do that. He’ll get you to confess what I did.”
    Poor Emmaline. “If I’m not mistaken, our sweet escapade involved the two of us.”
    She fell back against the seat, slipped on her heels that he hadn’t even noticed she’d removed, and picked up her purse. “I need to go. Trust me, I’m good to drive.”
    She sounded sober, but he still wanted to take her home. “I’ll drive you.”
    “No.” She pushed open the door and rushed out.
    Wade had no idea what he was supposed to do now.
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    Em didn’t roll out of bed until ten the next morning. She’d showered as soon as she’d arrived home last night, mostly because she was sweating from all the dancing. Okay, that might not have been the entire truth. Her body had heated to volcanic temperatures while she was riding Wade, and his scent was all over her skin. If she’d dropped into bed without washing, her sheets would smell like him, and then she’d never be able to sleep.
    Even after the relaxing shower, she was still vibrating from the intense sex. Dear howls in heaven, the man had rocked her world. Sure, they had fumbled around, but the more she thought about it, the more endearing it became. He truly acted as if he hadn’t had sex in his truck before.
    In a better mood than she’d been in months, she dressed in a pair of capris and a comfortable T-shirt, and headed into the kitchen to fix something to eat. She was starving. Now that the wedding was over, she didn’t need to worry about fitting into that tight dress ever again. As she made her coffee, she spotted her cell and wondered if Wade had called to say what a great time he’d had.
    She checked. Nope. It was no biggie since he was probably on the road back to wherever. In all honesty, it was for the best. He’d never mentioned wanting to see her again, and she’d known that going into it. Hell, they could never date. Her parents would disown her if she ended up with a lowly bear shifter. At least he wasn’t a cheetah. She might be booted out of the Clan if she’d dated one of them. Having Chey, a cheetah, as her good friend was fine. Having a cheetah—or a bear shifter—as a mate was not.
    In the past, she, Cheyenne, and often Tasha would meet for Sunday brunch at the Hidden Hills Café. Once Chey and Storm hooked up, it was just her and Tasha. Now that Tasha was with Burke, Em was left to fend for herself. A few weeks back, Piper, a friend of Cheyenne’s had joined them. The two had met through Storm since Piper worked at the hospital in the X-Ray department. Emmaline debated calling her, but then decided she was a big girl and quite content being alone.
    She probably should stop over at her parents’ house, since she hadn’t seen them in a while, but they always found something to criticize and that made going over to their place unpleasant. Only one of her sisters lived in town, but seeing Millicent held even less appeal.
    Em’s coffee finished brewing, and she poured a cup. While it cooled, she ate a bowl of cereal. Usually, she only volunteered at the women’s shelter Monday nights, but there were times when she’d help on the