“Oh God, you’re naked.”
Bjorn chuckled. “Yeah. You become smaller when you shift, I don’t. I doubt there is anything left of my clothes.”
The phone came to life again, and Cecil aimed the light on the pile of rags decorating the floor. Bjorn held up his T-shirt—not even the neck was intact. The fabric of the jeans was torn between the seams—between all the seams. There was nothing left to put on. His boxer briefs hadn’t fared much better.
“You’d think elastics would survive bear size.” Cecil huffed a laugh. “You should file a complaint.”
Bjorn patted his stomach. “I get a little bigger around the middle.”
Cecil was looking at the wall. Embarrassed? Shifters were usually okay with nudity. Maybe he knew who Bjorn was. Maybe he was aware he was trapped with a naked deviant. Would he have
