Stray Cats [High-Country Shifters 2] by Melody Snow Monroe

a beer. On me.”
    Will pushed aside his frustration and decided to lie low for the rest of the night. His brother needed time to come to grips with the possibility what Sella said was true. “Sure.”
    After they showered and changed, they ate in the hotel restaurant because everyone they’d spoken to on the slopes said the High-Country Inn had the best food in town. It was quite late when they finished.
    Gage stood. “I’m hitting the hay.” Will remained seated in the booth. “You coming?”
    “I’ll be up in a bit. You go.”
    Gage shrugged and left. Once his brother was out of sight, he decided he wanted to visit Sella and see if perhaps he could try this shifter thing again. What did he have to lose?
    Instead of taking the elevator, he walked up the stairwell. He remembered she said she was in room 201. As he passed room 229 the hair on the back of his neck bristled. He stopped. That was just plain creepy.
    Ignoring the temporary goose bumps, he went to her room and knocked.
    Sella opened the door wearing nothing but a skirt. No top. No bra. What the hell?
    “Are you crazy, answering the door like that?” He scooted in, closed the door, and turned his back.
    She inhaled. “I forget.”
    “Forget what? To get dressed before answering the door?” Oh, shit . “Or were you expecting someone else?” The image of her perfect breasts burned an image in his mind. His freaking cock got hard from that quick glimpse.
    “No. I’m sorry.” The drawer opened and closed. “Okay, you can turn around now.”
    He rotated slowly and exhaled when he saw she had on a T-shirt, but given her nipples showed, she hadn’t bothered with a bra. She’d said Anterra was quite warm. “Do women where you live go topless?”
    “Most of the time.”
    He’d never survive if he lived there, though he supposed one would get used to it. Changing the subject was a must. “Can we talk?”
    “Sure.” She plopped down on the bed and patted the spread.
    He dragged over the desk chair, not wanting his lust to block his thoughts. “You might want to consider being a little more cautious around human men.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    Sadly, he was convinced she was telling the truth. “Not all men are honorable.” Her mouth slightly parted as if she were trying to figure out what that meant. “You shouldn’t just invite anyone into your room and suggest he sit on the bed. That would make him think you want to, you know.” He ran his gaze to her pussy then back to her face.
    Her gaze traveled right then left before her eyes widened at what he was saying. “Oh. I get it, but I know you and trust you. You are a good person, Will Anderson. There is something you should know about me, or rather the women of Anterra.”
    He wasn’t sure how much more he could handle in a twenty-four-hour period. “Don’t tell me you disappear after midnight? Or change into a pumpkin?” Adding humor was the only way to handle the delicate situation.
    She hesitated. “No. I’m psychic. At least I am when I’m in Anterra. The air there—”
    “—Is full of psychic energy. So what are you telling me? That you can tell my fortune?” She laughed, and the sound resonated deep in his gut.
    “No, but I can see into your soul. I can tell if you are good or evil.”
    He grinned. “Do I pass the test?”
    “Yes, so will you sit next to me now?”
    She didn’t have to ask twice. There was something so unique about Sella. He stood and moved next to her. “What’s your last name, Sella of Anterra?”
    “I don’t have one. I’m just Sella, daughter of Jacor and Elena.”
    He smiled and inhaled, loving her earthy scent that had a hint of floral to it. “That works for me. Tell me, Sella, daughter of Jacor and Elena, have you ever been with a man?” He’d never asked another woman that question, but for some reason, he didn’t want to proceed if she was a virgin.
    She dragged a finger down his chest. “I’m thirty years old. While I haven’t