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had moved to the edge with the intent to jump off when he stopped abruptly. Kasey lay facedown on a sleeping bag on the floor beside the bed. Seth sank back onto his haunches and studied the larger male.

    The Cheyenne’s dark hair had come loose from the twine. It splayed out across the pillow like a black wave. His cheekbones were high and well defined, with a strong chin that sported a small cleft that had Seth wondering how it would taste. Scowling, Seth peered closer and noticed a small, light-brown mole right beneath Kasey’s left eye. Sometime after Seth fell asleep, Kasey had taken off his shirt, baring his chest. What a chest, though! Seth’s eyes ravished the toned muscles and dark-brown nipples, and he could see the tribal tattoos clearly. Several ran along Kasey’s upper arms, while one started on his shoulder and curved around to his back. Seth studied it and realized it was an image of a wolf made from thick and wispy black lines. Seth wondered if there were any meanings behind the markings.

    His bladder sent a sharp pain through his belly, reminding him of his urgent need, and he whined as he realized he wouldn’t be able to jump over the muscular Native American beside his bed. Kasey must have been a light sleeper, because his eyes fluttered open before Seth’s whine had finished. A frown graced his firm mouth, and he sat up quickly. “What’s wrong?” Kasey demanded.

    Seth saw his chance and hopped off the bed, wincing as his leg gave a twinge of pain. Instantly, Kasey appeared at his side, moving faster than Seth expected. “You can’t leave.” His voice held a small edge.

    Seth glared at the sheriff but kept moving toward the door. Only he wouldn’t be able to open it. He looked back at Kasey and woofed at him expectantly. The man moved slowly, hesitantly, to his side. “What is it?”

    Seth woofed again, this time more insistently, and looked up at the door handle. Kasey opened the door, and Seth huffed in relief, still limping along until he got to the front door, where he glanced back at the man following him expectantly. Kasey shook his head. “You can’t leave,” he repeated. “You aren’t completely healed yet, and we need to talk first.”

    Growling, he looked up at the door again. If the man didn’t let him out, he’d go right there in the living room. Either way, he had to go to the bathroom. He barked this time and scratched at the door. He felt slightly humiliated that he had to act like a dog to get the sheriff to understand him. Finally, it seemed to dawn on the man what he wanted. “Aw, hell. I didn’t even think of that. Sorry, pup,” Kasey muttered as he opened the door.

    Seth moved as quickly as he could to the trees. He wasn’t stupid and knew he wouldn’t make it far with his leg still hurting. The sheriff didn’t give him enough credit to be smart enough to know that much. When he was finished relieving himself, Seth returned to the house and walked past Kasey straight to the bedroom he’d been in. He noticed it wasn’t a house but more of a one-bedroom log cabin, which explained why Kasey had slept on the hard floor instead of in a bed. Guilt speared him. He’d slept comfortably in a bed while Kasey had spent the night on a sleeping bag.

    Stopping beside the bed, he eyed the height, wondering if he could get back into it. His leg wouldn’t support the weight yet, so he chose to curl up on the sleeping bag. The instant his body hit the sheet, he groaned. The other shifter’s scent surrounded him: a deep, woodsy aroma that spoke of spending long days in the sun surrounded by the trees.

    Kasey came into the room a second later and spotted him on the floor. He strode forward, and before Seth could guess his intentions, the man picked him up and settled him into the bed. A warning issued from Seth’s throat. Kasey stepped back, giving him an impatient look. “I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

    Without giving himself time to think