Chapter 15
“Dogcatcher! Step aside!”
I swiveled, or tried to. The woven restraint held me in place, though. I could barely bend enough to see who was on the other end of the net.
What I saw when I finally finished the contortion made me snort out disbelief. The tattooed man hanging out the window of the minivan was rough and wild enough to fit into our current neighborhood. He was also a shifter, if my nose didn’t betray me...and my nose never betrayed me. There was no way he brought home a government paycheck. Dogcatcher, my a*s.
It was almost as if he’d heard my silent rejoinder because my captor grinned, the smile making him appear oddly boyish. “Cool it, Fido,” he warned as I attempted to bite my way out of my trap.
I stopped gnawing, not because he told me to but because the net
