“I can’t believe you’re letting me drive,” Rohan said, lips quirking in silent laughter while he pulled out onto the main road.
“Just hurry. You didn’t see him. I did. I wouldn’t wish admittance to a public hospital on any shifter.” She shuddered, and Rohan could see her mind leaping to all sorts of scenarios. “We need to come up with a plan.”
“You realize I’ll give you a hard time if this turns out to be a waste of time.”
“I don’t care,” Ambar retorted. “At least this way I can live with my conscience. I’d never forgive myself if I let a fellow shifter suffer—” She slapped her hand against the dashboard to catch herself as Rohan skidded around a corner. “Go easy. The last thing we need is a cop stopping us for speeding.”
Rohan heeded the warning, slowing a fraction but still driving over the speed limit. They reached the hospital and spent fifteen frustrating minutes looking for parking. Finally they found a spot and hurried into the emergency department.
“How are we going to handle this?” Ambar whispered before they neared the desk.
“Let me do the talking,” Rohan said. “And start thinking about JoJo.”
Ambar drew a sharp breath, tears filling her eyes when he mentioned her beloved cat. Jojo had died of old age at the end of last year, only weeks after their parents lost their lives in a fatal car crash. “Jojo?”
“Perfect,” Rohan said. “Excuse me. We’ve just heard our brother Jojo was hurt in some sort of an accident. Can we see him?”
A sob escaped Ambar, and Rohan felt a flicker of guilt for using her in this way. She’d loved that cat. It had taken a long time for her to gain Jojo’s trust because he’d sensed their shifter genes. Rohan would have given up but Ambar hadn’t.
“What is his surname?”
“Jojo Patel,” Rohan said smoothly. “Although he might not know his name. He has blackouts sometimes. He’s tall like us. He takes after our mother and his skin is fairer.” Rohan crossed his fingers and hoped the stranger really was tall.
“Let me check,” she said, picking up a phone.
Ambar sniffed and shot him a quick look of approval for his fast thinking. Rohan hid a grin because, initially after their parents’ death, they’d argued about moving from the city to the country. She’d told him he was dim-witted with no original thoughts to rub together inside his head. Leave the thinking to her because she did a better job.
Luckily, after more discussion she’d come to accept their move to Middlemarch wasn’t such a bad one. Personally, he thought it was the large male-female ratio in Middlemarch that had swung Ambar’s decision from negative to positive. Rohan had argued they needed to start over and living amongst other shifters would be a great start. There were too many of their parents’ friends in Auckland who would judge them and try to offer unwanted advice.
Besides, Rohan had heard people in Middlemarch were more liberal when it came to same-sex relationships. He might even find the guts to admit his liking for males to his sister. A true fresh start. It would be good running through the countryside on a regular basis instead of slinking around in the dark of Western Springs reserve when the need to shift became too much for them. Good thing they were now both on the same page.
“You can go through,” the woman said. “The nurse will show you the way.” She picked up a chart, and called, “Mr. James, you can go with the nurse.”
They waited for the patient to follow the nurse before trailing them. Rohan sensed the uneasiness in his sister, the same tension lurking inside him. The smells and the sounds of the hospital were full of despair, the atmosphere sorrowful and downright depressing. This was dangerous. They both knew it, yet neither of them considered turning away from a fellow shifter in need.
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Shelley lives in Auckland, the City of Sails, with her husband and a cheeky Jack Russell/mystery breed puppy.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak – big overseas experience). A year long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
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Other Books by Shelley
Paranormal
Price of Love
Sea of Change
Lynx to the Pharaoh
House of the Cat series
Captured & Seduced
Claimed & Seduced
Merry & Seduced
Stranded & Seduced
Seized & Seduced
Hunted & Seduced
Festive & Seduced
Middlemarch Shifters
My Scarlet Woman
My Younger Lover
My Peeping Tom
My Assassin
My Estranged Lover
My Feline Protector
My Determined Suitor
My Cat Burglar
My Stray Cat
My Second Chance
My Plan B
My Cat Nap
Dragon Investigators
Blue Moon Dragon
Contemporary
Stranger Things Happen
Wild Child
Cat Burglar in Training
One Night of Misbehavior
Blindside
Fringe Benefits
Lovers at Last
Ain’t Misbehaving
Summer Encounter
Playing to Win
Love and Friendship series
The Bottom Line
Past Regrets
Farmer Wants a Wife
Clare Chronicles
Part-Time Lovers
Enemy Lovers
Military Men
Innocent Next Door
Soldier With Benefits
Safeguarding Sorrel
Sci-fi/Futuristic
Interplanetary Love
Alien Encounter
Janaya
Hinekiri
Alexandre
Gay Romance
Eye on the Ball
Lone Wolf
Seeking Kokopelli
No Defense
Best Man
Last Wish
Curse Across Time
Historical
Mistress of Merrivale
The Spurned Viscountess
Evening Tryst
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Editor: Mary Moran
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