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moved to her mouth. He could feel his pulse begin to race and he scrolled down the document. He rapidly reviewed the notes from the counselor’s records, then almost slammed his mouse on the desk.
    “I’m less than impressed given those are words coming from a man who does everything that crosses his sex-saturated brain. For a moment, can you see your way clear to understanding this issue? Intake has paired her with a regular player. The man is a running back on Denver’s professional ball team. A regular Johnny Rocket of the Den’s alpha males.”
    “Well, she’ll leave a happy woman. Refresh me. What is she? Felidae or Canis ?”
    Shawn grunted, “What the hell do you think? Christ, you’re such of lying sack of … .”
    “Your tone says one hundred percent feline. By chance, is she leopard?” Quinn’s mockery rose.
    Shawn spoke through clenched teeth. “Full-blood leopard. For five generations, at least.”
    “No stuff? Amazing coincidence, considering your lineage. How rare is that, do you think? And in Denver?”
    At first Shawn didn’t respond, preferring to rub his hand over his jaw. That same thought had twisted his gut for the last year. He looked away from his computer screen. “I’ll send Sonya up to the room since the intake counselor has already gone for the day. She can talk with Diana; explain to her that the club alpha she’d been paired with didn’t show. If Diana tries to place some demands on us, Sonya can show her the contract and terms. Sonya can always say we ran a background check and discovered Diana was linked to Matrix. Jesus, a simple online search of Diana links her to my company. I don’t know why she chose the Den. She’s more than aware that Matrix Design does the advertising, retail design, and branding for the club. I’m sure she won’t stand her ground. Hell, Diana’s not an attorney. I doubt she’d be one to put up an argument. She’s nothing but a kitten at heart.”
    Shawn almost snorted at the idea of Diana naked and in the depth of heat. He halted his imaginings that were about to go on a rampage, envisioning Diana, a full-blood leopardess, naked and splayed open. His cock did more than twitch. He steadied his breathing, forcing the image of a hardworking designer back in place. His reverie was broken by Quinn’s odd cellphone ringtone.
    “What do you want me to do?” Quinn asked, glancing down at his cell screen. He silenced the phone.
    “Go talk to the jock and find him another woman. I’m certain you’ve got several on call tonight for your own needs. Take him along and make a party out of it.”
    Quinn smirked. “Don’t knock a ménage if you haven’t tried it. When it comes to naked, shifting women — the more the merrier. I intend to take my fill before I settle down. It’s now or never, buddy.”
    He wasn’t going to waste his breath with Quinn. Women were best kept at a distance. And joining with a mate was a road he’d almost traveled down until he’d plummeted off a cliff at the last moment when his fiancée had run off with his ex-partner. It had taken a healer’s powers to break that bond and it hadn’t been easy or short, and he still had the scars. Shawn had decided long ago that a tender heart was a weak organ. He’d rather have no heart than one that could be broken, and refused to let anyone get that close again.
    He pulled out his cellphone, tapping the screen to bring up his contact list, and pressed the icon for the club manager’s number.
    “Yes, Shawn. What’s up?” Sonya answered. He bet she was in the storeroom moving boxes of liquor from the muffled sound of her voice.
    “I thought I told you to get the bartenders to stock the bar?”
    “Well, since I don’t know how to mix drinks, it’s either one of them leaves the bar shorthanded, or I get what’s needed on the floor. This is an efficient way to delegate work, even if it means I pick myself to lug bottles. Don’t you agree?”
    “No. But that’s not why I