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to us, because they know we are one of them. They recognize us.
    The paths that lead to the deep swamps are only big enough for small boats to travel. You can only fit one boat at a time. Our tours are an hour apart. So each boat leaves and hour later than the others, until eventually we are all on the bayou. We follow each other. My boat will bring up the rear. My boat needs no gas; it is an airboat and runs on a big fan that is on the back of the boat.
    I hop into the boat and turn the fan on and sit in the driver’s seat. I have already untied the boat from the dock. Once it is warmed up, I ease the boat away from the dock. I decide to take the same route that I will go on tonight for the tour. It takes me up the bayou to the right of our home. I notice as I am heading down the bayou that there is a new houseboat that was not there two weeks ago. We closed the business for two weeks to get it ready for the start of the night tours. We needed to map out our routes that we would take during the tours. These things have to be planned. Sometimes Mother Nature makes it so that one day you can go one way and on the next she will not let you go the same way.  We have to have back-up plans in place in the event the waters are too low in some areas. If there are storms, some of the storms can cause flooding in the bayous that prevent passage. 
    I take a closer look at the new houseboat. It is very small. Looks like a one person houseboat. It probably contains a bathroom, a small kitchenette, and a bed. I do not see a car parked on the drive-on land, so the person must not be home, or maybe their car is hidden behind the trees. I can smell female for sure, so whoever lives there is definitely a woman. The smell is very comforting for some reason. It smells of honeysuckle and cinnamon. Two scents that are very comforting to me, always have been. Our mother would always bake fresh cinnamon rolls every Saturday morning. Our mother would go out of her way to make us comfort food. She is greatly missed every day by us. I decide that whomever lives here is no harm to us or our neighbors, so I hit the pedal on the boat and take off.
    As I am traveling down the bayou, I spot alligators lying on the banks out in the sun. They do not move.  They are resting right now. It is really hot today, so they are sunbathing. If I was in my gator form, I would be on the bank soaking up the sun for sure. But I have to keep him hidden. For we are a rare alligator. The only other ones are in captivity, and we cannot get caught. We are too big to be put in captivity. We have to keep our presence hidden and only let our beast out on an as-needed basis.

Chapter Four
    Adele
     
    Who is that hunk of a man on that airboat? I can smell him from inside and he smells delectable. His smell reminds me of something, although I cannot put my finger on it just yet. He has short, shaggy brown hair. I cannot see his eyes from here, but I am betting that they are brown. A light brown like the color of the water in the swamp. He looks to have just enough scruff on his face for it to be sexy as hell. There is something about a man that has facial hair. Man, it just adds to their character in my opinion. 
    One of the main things that I could smell on him is that he is a shifter. That smell is unmistakable. A shifter’s smell is different from any other smell in the world. On some shifters you can immediately tell what they are, but is his case, I cannot tell what kind of shifter he is. All I know right now is that I have to have him. Somehow, he needs to be in my life and in my bed. 
    I watch him as he checks out my house from his boat. He never gets off his boat. I think he is going by smell here. He is trying to figure out who and what lives here. I thought I could see recognition flash in his eyes for just a second. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone. But I wonder what he could have recognized? I do not know him; I have never met him before. But as a shifter, my