big burly man in his sixties. “I’m Ty, and I’m the Itan. You need to pop a squat and start talking about those tigers you saw.”
Her eyes widened in horror as she wondered if these men had somehow been sent by the tigers to find out what she knew. Had they managed to track her down already?
“How do you know about the tigers?” she asked suspiciously.
“I heard you muttering about men shifting into tigers after I said you couldn’t sleep on the park bench,” the dumb model reminded her.
“So what? You thought that gave you the right to kidnap me?” she asked incredulously. “I’m sure none of this is real anyway. People can’t turn into animals,” she lied trying to sneak past the model and make a run for it, but her plan backfired when he snatched her up and planted her on top of his lap.
“Unhand me!” she screeched loudly, trying to buck herself out of his hold. “Who do you think you are?”
“For the record I know exactly who I am. My name’s Parker. Let me spell it out real simple for you. People can turn into animals, they’re called shifters. I know you were lying just now, I can smell it on you, so you might as well stick to the truth.”
“Let’s cut to the chase,” Ty rumbled. “You won’t be leaving here period. What you saw was real… Parker’s right; we can smell lies, so I wouldn’t bother in the future. Humans who see shifters have two choices… mate with a shifter… or we have to kill you. Gigi, I’m hungry,” he whined holding out an empty plate.
“Assuming I believe any of this nonsense, just who do you people expect me to marry?” she hissed.
“Me,” Parker said, leaning in so close that his lips brushed the lobe of her ear.
And this time when she swooned it had nothing to do with heatstroke.
CHAPTER FIVE
S he woke up once again in the Country Bear kid’s room, but this time she wasn’t alone. Parker was there, but he’d been pushed to the background by three anxious females. She recognized Gigi from the kitchen, but the other two faces were new to her. Both of the women were curvy brunettes, although one appeared to be in her early thirties while the other one was no doubt pushing sixty.
“Hush! She’s awake,” ordered the younger woman. “I’m Sophia and this is my mom, Mia,” she gushed warmly. “And we’re here to make sure those grumpy bears stop scaring you.”
“Does that mean I can leave now without having to update my single Facebook status?” Michelle asked hopefully.
“Sorry, but that’s still a no go,” Sophia admitted wryly. “But we’re here to make sure that you at least have options… you know, if you don’t want the DUMB model.”
Michelle couldn’t help but be drawn in by Sophia’s chipper attitude. The woman had spunk. Under different circumstances she would have wanted to pursue a friendship.
“I’m right here,” Parker said defensively.
“Oh, we noticed. That’s what makes it so fun,” Sophia retorted sarcastically. “Full disclosure… Parker’s my brother.”
“Or you can just call him Fabio,” Mia added with a giggle.
“Mom! You promised never to call me that again,” Parker whined.
“Sorry dear. Couldn’t resist.”
“The point is we wanted you to see ALL your options before you had to choose,” Sophia interjected, driving the conversation back to the point. “So we’re trying something new in honor of my favorite TV show… drum roll please…” Sophia waited expectantly, but when Michelle refused to play along and make drum sounds she sighed in frustration and continued speaking without sound effects. “We’re going to have to work on your enthusiasm,” she muttered. “We will be holding the world’s first SHIFTER BACHELORETTE!”
“What on earth are you talking about?” Michelle asked warily.
“We spread the word on the Were Web, it’s like Facebook but only for shifters, and all the single shifters are flooding in to try to win your heart. But first things first,