Shifter Fever Complete Series Bks 1-5 Page 3

  Ansel scowled at his brother. It was no secret that Kain had a way with the ladies. He was never short on company. Ansel, for his part, did just fine. But with Ruby, he was at a bit of a loss. If she’d been just a woman at one of the bars he and Kain liked to frequent, he might not have had a problem. But Ruby Sayers would never be caught in a bar, fishing for a companion. She was shy and sweet and a homebody.

  Scowl still firmly on his face, Ansel rose, tossing his napkin on his chair. He kept his eye on his brother and Kain tensed, a knowing smile on his face.

  “You think you got something to teach me, boy?” Ansel slowly paced around the table. Kain, full on grinning now, rose as well.

  “If Milla were here, she’d tell you not in the house,” Inka said as she gulped the rest of Ansel’s beer.

  “Milla’s not here,” Kain replied, tossing his hat off and then yanking his t-shirt off as well. He cracked his neck, decided he didn’t care enough about these particular pants to bother pulling them off. With his luck, Ansel would wait until the pants were around his ankles to strike and then Kain would really be screwed. He might have the finer tuned skills with ladies, but Ansel sure could fight.

  “Alright then,” Inka said as she waved a forkful of spaghetti like a conductor at an orchestra. “Carry on.”

  It was like she’d shot a starting gun because at her words, Ansel leapt at Kain. The men, grunting and laughing, rolled through the kitchen, smashing valuable body parts on the door frame. Ansel got a good crack in on Kain’s thick skull, but Kain was fast. He was on his feet and skittering out onto the back porch in half a second.

  Ansel barreled after him, gauging Kain’s mood and taking a dancing step from one side to the next, his fists up in loose form.

  “Bare knuckle?” Kain asked, a sadistic grin on his face. He was wildly enjoying himself. He loved when Ansel was in a fighting mood. “You animal.”

  Ansel, completely ignoring Kain’s words, as he was wont to do, swung unexpectedly and was thrilled when his fist made solid contact with the other man’s jaw.

  “Shit, Ansel!” Kain swore, blood trickling out of his mouth. He spit two teeth onto the back porch floor. “You broke it!”

  But Ansel was already charging Kain and Kain’s broken jaw was already clicking back into place, his new teeth pushing back up through his gums, not the most pleasant of feelings, but part of rough housing with his brother.

  Ansel smashed into Kain, but Kain was ready, using his weight and agility to roll Ansel right off the porch and down the steps into their backyard. Which wasn’t really a yard, but more of an entryway into the forest. The two men regained their footing and danced around one another.

  Ansel was slower moving but every punch he landed was a doozy. Kain was fast on his feet and his hands were like lightning. He got twice as many in as Ansel did, but none of them brought the giant man to his knees.

  Inka wandered to the doorway of the house, barefoot and gnawing on a hunk of garlic bread. She watched idly as her brothers beat the shit out of one another.

  Inka liked to fight every now and then, but not as much as her twin sister, Milla, did. Milla liked to fight the way other people liked to flop into bed at the end of a long day. Inka realized that fighting was just about the only stress reliever that Milla allowed herself. But for Inka? Her whole dang life was a stress reliever. She knew that people thought she was a weirdo. Or maybe that she wasn’t playing with a full deck of cards. But Inka knew that they were wrong. She was simply living her life in the pursuit of one thing and one thing only. Happiness.

  Ansel landed a particularly vicious kick to Kain’s ribs and the younger brother screamed out in pain and fury. He’d had enough of getting wailed on and the air around him grew syrupy. It pulsed with a single beat of gravity-rich energy and then Kain was no longer Kain. Ansel allowed his brother the one-second lead, considering it would go a long way toward cooling Kain’s temper, and he found himself suddenly trapped under 1000 pounds of golden grizzly bear. Five-inch claws at either side of his head and a mouth full of gleaming, razor sharp daggers an inch from his face.

  Well, that was plenty of a head start. The air around Ansel did the exact same thing, syrupy magnetic energy, and then there were two golden grizzlies in the backyard, wrestling and rolling in the shreds of clothing they’d just ripped to pieces.

  They were some of the last shifters in the entire world. At one point, shifters had been fairly common and had lived amongst humans very peacefully. But sometime in the late 1800s, shifters had started disappearing without a trace. By the 1920s, there were no known shifters left on earth. There were all sorts of theories on it. Everything from strange illnesses to secret genocides to a mass shifter conspiracy. The Keto family didn’t know either. They knew of one other shifter family, a group of leopards down in the Bayou. But the one thing they did know was that they wanted to keep as low a profile as they could. Which was why they lived out in the mountains, and only shifted at night. It helped that they could smell humans for miles. It kept them from any close encounters.

  “Hey!” Inka called down to her brothers. “Wait for me!”

  She whipped her dress off over her head, as it was one of her favorites, and front flipped off the porch. She shifted in the air, faster and more graceful at the transition than anyone else in the family. She landed on all four paws, a bit smaller, and a darker gold than either of her brothers. She barreled through their scuffling tussle, breaking it up, and sprinted into the woods to go have some real fun, let off some steam.

  And that was all she needed to do. Inka’s speed was a personal challenge to both of them. The three bears raced after one another. Golden blurs in the night.

  ***

  Ruby frowned out her front window, a cup of coffee steaming in her hands. She needed to leave. She had a client she was supposed to be meeting a few towns over in an hour. But currently, her driveway was being blocked by a very familiar faded blue pickup truck. And a very familiar blond man was on his hands and knees yanking her mailbox right out of the ground.

  Well, this was ridiculous! She hadn’t asked for any help of the sort and she wasn’t the kind of person who enjoyed being indebted to someone. Especially not someone who was as… whatever as Ansel Keto. She frowned when she realized that she couldn’t exactly finish that sentence.

  What was it about him that got her all up and jumbled? Why was she a shivery mess whenever he was around? And more than that, why was she wasting valuable brain space attempting to figure it out? She had much better things to think about. Like how the hell to get her brother back.

  She frowned harder. She really didn’t want to be late for this client. Because if she was, then the meeting would go longer and then she would have less time to be down at the waterfall. Since Griff’s disappearance, Ruby had spent as much time as she possibly could down at the lagoon. It was the only time she felt like she was actually doing something about Griff. Whenever she was up at the house or around town, she felt so guilty. Like he’d disappeared into nothing and she was just going about her daily life like it was no big deal. Well, it was a big deal. And she was determined to figure out what the hell had happened.

  She glanced backward at the clock behind her and pulled her lip between her teeth. He didn’t look like he was gonna be done anytime soon and if she wanted to make her meeting on time, she was gonna have to go out there and ask him to move his truck at the very least.

  So, frowning down at the cup of coffee in her hands, the one she’d already poured for him (despite her internal battle, some subconscious part of her must have known that her manners were going to win out in the end), Ruby stepped out onto her porch.

  Today she wore neat red flats, a mostly white dress with red flowers, red lipstick, and her strawberry hair back in her usual braid. It was a perfectly modest, professional outfit, but with each step she took closer to Ansel Keto, she suddenly wished she were wearing something that would have… covered her a little more.

  And sure enou
gh, when he looked up from what he was doing, wheedling her mailbox out of the hole it was dug into, his eyes went first to her exposed legs, and then to her face. Ruby knew that she had nice legs. They were her finest feature. And this dress didn’t exactly show them off, but they were so nice that pretty much anything she wore showed them off a little.

  “Morning,” he called to her, leaning back on his haunches and shading his eyes with one hand as she approached.

  “Morning.” She came level with him and absently handed down the cup of coffee as she frowned at the mess he was making of her front yard.

  He pulled off the leather work gloves he was wearing and tossed them aside, gratefully taking the cup of coffee. He’d already had two cups that morning, but this here was Ruby Sayers’s coffee, and no man in his mortal mind passed up Ruby Sayers’s coffee. His normally squinting eyes opened in surprise when he tasted it. “Cream and cinnamon?”

  She nodded. “That still how you take it? I remembered from when you were working on the house.”

  He nodded and cleared his throat gruffly. He liked that. He liked that quite a bit.

  “So, Mr. Ke–,” She cleared her throat. “Ansel. What the hell are you doing to my front yard?”

  He grinned then and set the coffee aside, sliding his work gloves back on. “I’m installing a new mailbox. One that isn’t so rusty.”

  “Why?” she asked, utterly mystified. An early morning breeze tangled with a few loose pieces of hair and brushed them across her face.

  As he watched, something pulled in Ansel’s chest and he used the energy of it to finish full-on yanking the mailbox free. His muscles strained, but the dang thing popped loose and he tossed it aside.

  “Well, I almost killed you yesterday, so I figure I owe you.” He glanced up at her and caught a rare glimpse of those big blue eyes of hers. “That’s about even, right? A life for a mailbox?”

  She smiled despite herself. “Ansel, that’s really kind of you, but you don’t owe me anything at all.”

  He pointed toward the back of his truck, where the hatch was flung open, and she sidled over to look inside.

  “Really,” she continued. “It was nothing. Already forgot– Oh. Well. Actually I do like that.” She blushed as she looked at the brand new mailbox. It was the gleaming, cheery red of a poppy, and it sat on top of a polished, dark wooden post.

  He grinned at her reaction and took another big swallow of the coffee before he rose and slid the new mailbox out of his truck.

  She was eye level with his biceps and she found that she, weirdly, couldn’t look away.

  “It’s my pleasure, Ruby. And it’ll do my conscience some good.”

  She found that her mouth had gone dry. She swallowed a few times before she could get any words out. “It’s awfully early for you to be out doing favors for people, isn’t it?”

  “I wanted to do it before I was scheduled to be at work.” He nodded through the woods toward Ms. Weaver’s house. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

  “No, I’m an early riser. Besides, I have a meeting in Rosewood in an hour.” She looked back through the woods where he’d gestured a minute ago. “You’re doing some work for Ms. Weaver?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I’ve seen your truck over there the last few weeks, but I just thought…” she trailed off as a bright blush stole across her cheeks. She’d had the thought casually, but now that she was about to say it out loud, it mortified her.

  “You thought what?” he asked, balancing the new mailbox at his side and turning to face her.

  Why the hell had she started this sentence? Not for the first time she wished to God she had a time-turner, like Hermione. That she could just turn things back and have a good old fashioned do-over. But seeing as she couldn’t, Ruby ignored the searing blush on her own cheeks and shot for casual. She shrugged. “I just figured you were calling.”

  Ansel’s mouth dropped flat open. He was sure he looked like a dope, but he simply couldn’t contain his shock. She thought he was calling on Arla Weaver? That he’d ever be interested in that hair-sprayed, venom-tongued man-eater? He couldn’t believe the irony. That the only reason he’d taken that damn job was to be just a little closer to Ruby, and here she was, thinking he was the kind of man who not only called on Arla Weaver, but called on her in the middle of the damn workday?

  “You thought I was calling on Ms. Weaver,” he said in a blank voice.

  Ruby glanced up at him, just a glimpse of that deep blue in her eyes, before her gaze skittered over his boots. “Well, I take it from your reaction that I’m wrong.”

  “I, yeah, no. Just no. I–,” he cut off and gathered his thoughts for a second, trailed one work glove over his trim blond hair and squinted at the layers of green leaves above him. He searched for the polite way to say this. “Ms. Weaver is not my type.”

  Ruby frowned, thinking of Arla Weaver’s rail-thin body, huge boobs, and acres of long blonde hair. “I was under the impression she was every man’s type.”

  Ansel frowned. “Every man who wants to get his head bit off after se…” He trailed off, immediately clearing his throat. Why the hell was he about to talk sex head-biting with the woman he was currently nursing a hell of a crush on?

  But Ruby had merely bit her lip to keep from smiling. “She always did give me a sort of praying mantis vibe.”

  Was he blushing? Never having seen him look anything but completely self-assured, Ruby found herself a little charmed. He was always such a perfect gentleman, it was intimidating. But to see him slip, just a little, was nice. Disarming even.

  “I, uh, well.” He scratched at the back of his neck and Ruby found herself even more charmed. She got the distinct impression that for the first time ever, she was the one making him uncomfortable. She kind of liked that.

  He turned and started in on landing the mailbox in the hole as Ruby watched for another second. It would really be nice to have a new mailbox, one that wasn’t so rusted her mail got wet if she didn’t collect it before it rained. And it was such a pretty red one, too. She tried to keep the house in good order, but there were some things that she hadn’t gotten around to. Like the mailbox. Or that damn living room light that was so high up she’d have to drag the ladder out from the garage to change it. Those were the kinds of things that Griff used to do.

  Her chest squeezed as Ruby realized that Griff would expect better of her. You’re sitting in the dark each night just because I’m not around to fix that bulb? Come on, Rube. Look sharp. She almost smiled to herself as she pictured his words.

  “I suppose you need me to move my truck, if you gotta get all the way to Rosewood in an hour.”

  She nodded, a little preoccupied with her thoughts. Ruby scampered back to the house, collected her work bag, and backed down the driveway in her silver Honda Civic. She’d wanted a red one, of course, but the dealer had explained how much more often red cars get ticketed and she hadn’t wanted the hassle. When her car was level with where Ansel crouched next to her mailbox, she lowered the passenger side window and leaned across the car to shout out to him.

  She’d made up her mind about something and she was sure Griff would approve. “Mr. Keto?”

  He stood up and came to lean into the open window of the car. “Yes, ma’am?”

  She was sure he was teasing her after she’d called him Mr. Keto instead of Ansel, but she didn’t acknowledge it. “It occurs to me that a life for a mailbox isn’t exactly an even trade.”

  He shaded his eyes from the sun and set his jaw in that way of his. “Is that right?”

  “Yes,” she said resolutely. “I’m thinking it might be more even if it was, say, a life for a mailbox and a changed lightbulb in my living room that I can’t reach without a ladder?”

  Now there was a definite curve to his lips. Ruby found she had to concentrate on that slightly large nose just to be able to keep her eyes on his face. “Sounds fair to me,” he agreed.

  “Alright. You remember where my
spare key is? You can just let yourself in whenever.”

  He nodded. “I’ll do it after work this evening.”

  “Alright,” she said again as he stepped back from the car. She started to back her car up again when another thought struck her. She slammed on the brakes and he automatically ducked back into the window. She grinned sheepishly, showing him all those pearly teeth. “What about a mailbox, a lightbulb, and a leaky faucet?”

  Now he outright laughed. It was a deep, gravelly laugh, as squinty and tight-jawed as ever and for the second time, he made her laugh, too. He cleared his throat.

  “My pleasure, Ruby.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  There were a man’s size fourteen boots in her kitchen. Ruby frowned, dang near gnawed her bottom lip off, and tried to calm her flipping stomach. Well, to be honest, there were a man’s size fourteen boots and a pair of gigantic, beaten up Wranglers, bent at the knee. And a pair of legs inside those Wranglers. Hell. There was a whole damn man in her kitchen. But half of him was underneath her kitchen sink.

  After her meeting, she’d run a few quick errands and then headed down to the waterfall. Where nothing happened, as usual. Except today she’d stayed about two hours later than she usually stayed. She didn’t like to be in the woods after dark, and she usually wasn’t. But she’d known that Ansel was going to be doing those repairs after he was done with the workday and she wanted to be good and sure he was gone when she got back.

  But he wasn’t. Gone, that is. He was there. On his back on her kitchen floor.

  Even if she hadn’t seen him, she would have been able to smell him. Cedar and evening air and clean sweat. The man sure had presence.

  Ruby stood, frozen, at the entrance to her kitchen, completely unsure of what to do next. Any of the easiness she’d begun to feel a touch of that morning was completely gone. She felt even more off-kilter than she used to, years ago, when he’d done the renovations to the house. Because back then, Griff was around. Back then, Ansel wasn’t the first other person to be in her house in a year. She’d gotten used to the dead quiet, the chronic, aching loneliness. Having someone else in the house, especially someone like Ansel Keto, made her feel like there wasn’t enough air for the both of them.