A little set up: Shiloh and Turi are returning to her house after Turi thwarts a kidnapping attempt. She’s still stuck in Panther form.
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*My keys are in my apron.* Shiloh darted ahead. She was waiting by her gate and looking pretty pleased with herself when Turi caught up with her. She nosed past him into the yard. *It’s the one with the blue thingy on it.*
“Settle down,” Turi chided as he came up with the correct key for her. “They could be inside waiting for you.”
*How would you know the difference between who’s been allowed inside my house and who’s there uninvited?* Shiloh’s tail swished impatiently as she waited for him to scent the house. *You don’t know me. I could have hordes of men tromping through on a daily basis for all you know.*
“Hordes of them huh?” Even though Turi knew better than that from Shiloh’s reaction to their encounter in the nightclub, a pang of jealousy stabbed at his gut. When he didn’t scent anyone actively in her home, he let her move into the dark kitchen ahead of him.
*Yep. Scads and oodles.* Shiloh flicked her tail at him as she padded over to the light switch then pawed it on.
Turi couldn’t help but smile at her obvious attempt to goad him. He didn’t buy it; anyone who used “scads and oodles” wasn’t likely to have a turnstile on her bedroom door. Still, there were male scents in her home, deeply ingrained too. “I think I know you well enough, Shiloh.”