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Patience
Despite
being human, is Chad the mate Jamie is hoping for? Or did the gods give
Jamie someone he couldn’t keep?
Jamie Ryan was
almost ready to accept he’d never find his destined mate. They’re uncommon to
begin with and same-sex versions downright rare. Since his gay best friend
found a destined mate, Jamie figured he was out of luck. Until end of semester
stress forces him to go through the full-moon shift early. Stuck in wolf form,
he runs into none other than his destined mate. Who’s human.
Chad Sutton has
always had good instincts. They served him well as a detective and continued on
when he went private. Those instincts tell him there’s something about the dog
that comes up to him while running away from animal control that isn’t quite
right. He works to put the pieces together, but is unsuccessful until his dog turns
into a human before his eyes.
Jamie has no
idea what the mate bite of a shifter will do to a human. He’s terrified to
try—and possibly kill his mate. They hunt for answers while working together on
one of Chad’s cases. It’s easy to see they belong together, but Jamie fears the
gods gave him someone he can’t keep.
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Excerpt from Patience – Forbes Mates book 2
When the driver turned into the parking lot, he didn’t wait for
Chad to pay. He got out and opened their door. And as soon as they’d climbed
out, he leaned in, apparently expecting the dog to have peed on the seat.
Chad buried a
snicker when the guy stood and looked almost disappointed. “I guess I’m not
paying for a new seat.”
The driver glared
at him. “I’ve had one too many dogs do that to me.”
Chad held his
hands up. “Sorry! Listen, you can see he won’t piss on your seat. We need to go
in here for a few.” Chad threw a thumb toward the pet store. “Then we’re going
to need a ride back home. I’ll pay you to wait, okay?”
The driver looked
from him to the dog and back again. “Pay me for the ride now and put in a new
request.”
“Of course,” Chad
said, taking out his phone. He finalized the trip in the Uber app, put in the
request for the second trip, then turned to the dog when he’d finished. He
wished he could put his finger on what was so different about the animal, but
he couldn’t. Aside from being fucking huge. And intelligent. He was way too
intelligent for a regular dog. That didn’t tell Chad much, though.
“Come on,” he
said and headed for the store. He had no idea how he knew the dog would obey
him, but he didn’t even question it. And, sure enough, as they stepped through
the sliding door, the dog was right there with him.
They didn’t get
more than a few feet into the store before they were stopped by a waif of a
girl with flyaway black hair and a quick smile. “I’m sorry, sir, he needs to be
on a leash.”
“That’s what I’m
here for. I don’t have one. He won’t wander off or attack other animals, I
promise.” Chad looked down at the dog. “Will you?”
Yet again, the
dog displayed that uncanny intelligence and looked as if he was shaking his
head.
Chad looked up to
see the girl staring, wide-eyed, at the dog.
“Uh, okay. Just…
keep him close, okay?”
“Of course,” Chad
assured her, then looked back at the dog. “Let’s go.” He stopped and turned
back to her. “Oh, could you direct me to the collars and leashes?”
She blinked at
him but pointed to their left. “Aisle ten.”
Chad smiled his
most disarming smile. “Thanks.” He grinned when she blushed, then waved and
started walking toward the aisle. He frowned down at the whine from the dog.
“What?”
The dog didn’t
even look at him.
Chad forgot about
it as he looked at the enormous selection of collars. “Holy shit. It’s been a
long time since I had a pet. And the last time, Mom was the one to buy this
stuff. Uh….” Chad looked down. “I’m guessing the double extra large on the
collar, huh?”
The dog tilted
his head and looked up.
Chad turned to
the options, smirked, and picked up a bright pink one. “I know you can’t see
color, but I think pink would go great with your fur.”
The dog sat back
and pointedly licked his balls.
Chad laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re a boy. Well, then, purple.”
In answer, the
dog put his head on the floor and his paws over his face.
“Fine, fine.
Which would <i>you</i> pick?” Chad asked, as if he’d really get an
answer.
The dog did, in
fact, sit up and look at the collars. He tilted his head, then stood and nosed
a big black one with spikes.
Chad laughed.
“You don’t really strike me as a spiked collar kind of guy, though.” The dog
huffed in reply, and Chad, remembering he was paying for the cab to wait,
turned back to the collars. He spotted a simple brown leather one close to the
top and pulled it off. “Hmm. I think this might be good for you, huh?”
He fitted it
around the dog’s neck and realized it was actually a little
<i>too</i> big. He went down to just the extra large and saw it fit
well, with the requisite two fingers of space underneath. “You’re not going to
take it off, are you?” he asked, then rolled his eyes at himself. “Why do I
keep asking you questions? You’re not going to answer me.” The dog chuffed and
Chad blinked. “Right. Uh, leash.” He picked the longest matching leather one
they had, then headed back to the register. “Better get you a tag too,” he
muttered.
The same waif
rang up his purchases and gave him the code for the tag machine. After Chad had
paid, she came around the counter. “Does he bite?”
Chad looked down.
“You going to bite her?”
The dog managed
to look offended. He huffed, turned to the girl, and nosed under her hand.
She laughed and
petted him. “He’s huge. What is he? I don’t recognize the breed.”
“Great American
Mutt,” Chad said, figuring it was close enough to true, and she laughed again.
“There’s Alaskan malamute in him, but that’s all I’m sure of.”
“I’ve never seen
one. I didn’t know they got this big.”
Chad shrugged a
shoulder. “I’m pretty sure he’s unique in that aspect. Probably has some Great
Dane or something to be that big. I, uh, need to get the tag.” He clipped the
new leash to the dog’s collar and tugged gently.
It took him a
moment to work through the screens—the touch was either not sensitive enough or
it was too sensitive. Never in between. Finally he got to the part where he had
to put in the name and he paused, stumped. He looked down. “What am I going to
call you?”
The dog tilted
his head again as if he was waiting to see what Chad would suggest.
He flipped
through his mental files of dog names, but most of them were horribly mundane
and this dog was anything but. “Fido? Spot?”
Yet again, the
dog managed to look offended.
“Rover?”
The dog huffed.
Chad was having
too much fun with this. “Hmm. Balls. I should call you Balls."
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