The Texas Shifter's Mate. Karen Whiddon
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She glided through the shadows, making Shayla realize her friend was a perfect fit for the Shadow Agency. They each had their own set of skills to bring to the table.
Maddie strode along confidently, too. Only Shayla felt off. Not exactly in the moment, somehow. She was conscious of the distant pull of the harbor and the need to soon slip into the water. Land was fun, but it never would be her true home.
Despite the late hour, the other two women were still energized with excitement. Maddie wanted to get started searching immediately and Shayla agreed with her. Carmen, on the other hand, seemed more focused on getting their business up and running. There were, after all, a hundred things that needed to be done. Flyers and business cards made and printed. A mission statement written. Rates and fees for various services agreed upon. She and Maddie chatted back and forth, assigned each other numerous tasks, though Maddie clearly was itching to leave and get busy. Shayla listened, still feeling a bit detached. She wanted to focus on the case at hand first, even though, of the three of them, she had more spare time. Carmen and Maddie, each with their jobs and other activities, would have to parcel out slots of time for this new venture. Maddie also let them know she’d decided to wait before quitting her job, at least until she could be certain her salary would be enough. She had bills to pay.
Since both Shayla and Carmen could set their own hours, neither would be impacted as severely as Maddie if the Shadow Agency failed.
“But it won’t,” Carmen declared, her sultry voice ringing with certainty. “Because we’ve found a niche with a need. As long as we provide good customer service and fulfill that need, we’re a shoo-in for success.”
Shayla nodded, still lost in her thoughts. Maddie noticed.
“You’re awfully quiet.” She elbowed Shayla in the side. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t stop thinking about that poor missing Mermaid,” Shayla admitted. “Nantha. She’s young. The young ones are often overconfident and reckless. I have a feeling that there’s a lot more to this story than Zach realizes.”
“Or maybe more than he’s letting on,” Maddie interjected.
“No, that wouldn’t make sense,” Shayla argued. “His number one priority is finding his sister. Why would he hide anything, especially if it might be helpful?”
“True,” Carmen said thoughtfully. “I admire the way you’re so focused on this case.”
“She’s also pretty focused on him,” Maddie pointed out.
Carmen’s brows rose. “Really?” she drawled. “I’m guessing he must be easy on the eyes then. So tell me, Shayla. Was he sexy?”
Maddie laughed. Shayla blushed. “Maybe,” she allowed. “He’s Shifter. I’d definitely call him hot. Tall, dark blond hair cut short in one of those deliberately messy styles and light gray eyes. Rugged features, which match his muscles.” She stopped when she realized both her friends were staring at her.
“What?” she asked, her face heating. “You asked if he was sexy. I was just describing him for you.”
The other two women broke out laughing.
“If you think he’s sexy, then he must be to die for,” Carmen teased. “You hardly even notice when I try to put some really gorgeous Vampire men in front of you.”
“Same here,” Maddie interjected. “I’ve made it a habit to have a few of my unattached Shifter friends stop by our table over the last few months, and you didn’t react to any of them.”
Shayla’s blush had become an outright burn. “Well, maybe that’s because this one is different,” she said, flustered.
“Is he now?” In true Carmen fashion, the Vamp wasn’t going to let this go. “Interesting. Very interesting indeed.”
“I agree.” Maddie and Carmen exchanged looks. “Sounds like that’s settled then,” Maddie said. She seemed so satisfied. If she’d been a feline Shifter she would have purred.
Confused, Shayla glanced from one to the other. Her two best friends appeared to find this massively amusing, whatever this might be. Finally, she just had to ask.
“What’s settled?”
“You called dibs!” Both Maddie and Carmen spoke at once, grinning from ear to ear. “Finally. We’re so happy for you. It’s about time.” They high-fived.
Shayla opened her mouth to protest and then closed it. She could tell the more she spoke, the deeper a hole she’d dig. Let them think what they wanted. Zach Cantrell was attractive. She was female, so of course she’d noticed. End of story. Her friends knew better than anyone that she had no intentions of getting involved with a man right now. Not for a long, long time, if ever. Her fiancé had died and she never wanted to feel that kind of pain again.
Later that night, once she’d let herself into her house, she went out on the back deck, the side that overlooked the water. The sounds of the waves lapping up against the shore always comforted her and tonight was no exception.
When she’d first made the impulsive, heartbroken decision to abandon the sea for land, she’d gone upstate, to a small town between Houston and Dallas. The town sat near a large, freshwater lake. She hadn’t realized lakes wouldn’t work the same as the sea, and it had taken her becoming seriously ill for her to understand she’d need to live close to the ocean. So she’d moved to Galveston Island. She’d rented for six months, just long enough to see if she liked it. She did.
Her business procuring and selling rare artifacts found on the ocean floor made more than enough money for her to purchase a single-family home right on the water—a steal at less than a million dollars. From her house, she could not only see the water, but swim in it from her own small, private beach. This brought her peace and no shortage of happiness. And since the house came with a small boat slip, whenever she needed to go under the sea, she simply took the boat out and anchored it before letting her tail grow back.
Perfect solution. She’d truly come to love Galveston Island, even though in the spring and summer it became crowded with tourists. For her, it was the perfect compromise between her new life on land and her old one under the sea.
Maddie lived on the island too, though farther inland, close to The Strand. She shared a small apartment with another woman, also a Shifter. As for Carmen, when anyone asked where she resided, she simply answered in a warning tone that they didn’t really want to know. Shayla assumed that meant a cemetery crypt, but who knew? These days, the Vamps had gotten away from their traditional dwellings. It could be entirely possible that Carmen might have a luxury house or condo near the bay. She had that well-groomed look that money brought.
* * *
The next morning, after her breakfast of kippers and eggs, Shayla went out in her boat. Her body had already begun to let her know she’d stayed away from her natural habitat too long, and, even though Zach Cantrell hadn’t signed a contract yet, she planned to do some investigating while she was under the water. While she didn’t know Ion or his missing daughter, Nantha—just like on land, the Merfolk had numerous cities with thousands of residents—she could still ask around. The news that a Mermaid had gone missing would travel like a tidal wave among her people. For all she knew, it might already have.
The weather couldn’t have been more perfect. Overcast and slightly chilly, the steady mist that fell ensured she’d have privacy on her swim. She motored past Stewart Park, the beach where most of the tourists swam in the late spring and early summer. Since it was late March, a few weeks after spring break, she knew the beach would be mostly deserted, and it was.
She moored her boat about two hundred yards out, in the area where she’d once seen someone conducting a scuba diving class. Dropping her anchor, she slipped out of her raincoat and shirt, leaving only her bikini top. Brightly colored swimsuit tops had become popular among Mermaids, especially since so many of them enjoyed spending time appearing human. With the sea calling her, she slipped over the edge of the boat, beginning the change