WereCat Fever by Eliza March

Plenty of alumni to brain pick.” He winked and offered her the seat between Keiran and Donna before he walked up to a few guys she didn’t recognize and began talking.
    “Thanks for saving me a seat. I don’t think my feet could hold up for five minutes more.”
    “No problem.” Keiran handed her a mug and poured her a beer.
    The four of them had spent every free minute for the past two months hashing out the jubilee details. Earlier, they finished the last of the plans and intended to wind down with a few beers and wings.
    “Did you order?”
    “Yeah. Thomas is drinking bottled. We ordered a pitcher and wings. They should be out soon. Figured you’d missed lunch as usual,” Donna said. “You’ve been too busy working on the jubilee to eat properly, girl.”
    The idea of tomorrow sent a chill up Lacey’s spine and her stomach turned to lead. “I’m sure Keiran and Thomas filled you in on my medical issues. I haven’t had much of an appetite.”
    Donna smiled. “No secrets between us. Hope Doc has an answer soon. You look good.”
    Thomas returned. “She does look better… Mmmm, in fact, you look incredible.” He released a low hiss when he bent in to kiss her hello.
    She brushed off the compliment. “Get serious, Thomas.”
    He might be the hottest-looking cowboy around, but she knew his secret passion. He wasn’t playing solely for the home team. He made no secret anymore about swinging both ways. A nice cowgirl with a pretty cowboy accessory was his preference. A ménage was always more to his liking than vanilla sex with either. As far as Lacey was concerned, for those and so many other reasons, he was not her first choice for dating material.
    He ignored her rebuff and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
    “Donna, everything all set for the parade tomorrow?” Lacey asked.
    “Yup, everything’s set to go off as planned thanks to you. Now, if only I can just find something…or someone…interesting to do tonight.” Donna Barton owned the spa, the bookstore, and the bridal shop. At thirty, she was single, sexy, and too smart for her own good. Lacey watched her roll her eyes to her left. The brawny-looking cowboy, in jeans and a shirt wrapped so tightly across his chest Lacey worried he’d pop his snaps, did a quick turn in Donna’s direction. He whipped around to the flashy redhead, looked her Barbie doll body up and down, and gave her a slow smile and an interested grin.
    So much for Donna’s company for the rest of the evening, Lacey thought and turned to her other team member. “Keiran? How’s the country club?”
    “Ready! Luv ya, Lace, but I’m done, and more than ready to put my feet up.” Keiran blushed. Putting her feet up was their euphemism for getting it on. From the number of times Lacey heard Keiran mention she was putting her feet up lately, she and Jack must be fucking like bunnies.
    “I’m only hanging with you guys until Jack gets off work.” She looked at her phone when it vibrated with the text message. “The tests say tonight is right,” she whispered. “Oh, that’s him now. He’s coming by to pick me up.”
    “I guess that leaves you with me.” Thomas smiled at Lacey and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
    “Yeah, so what’s new?”
    His gaze dropped to her breasts when she reached for the pitcher next to him. “That dress for starters.”
    She followed his stare, shook her head, and glared at him while she poured beer in her mug. “What the hell’s the matter with you?”
    “What? I like that dress.”
    He let out a low moan when she took a deep breath.
    “Since when did you suddenly become a breast man?”
    “I’m not. I’m an ass man. I like your ass, too. What’s wrong with appreciating it all?” He whispered, “Besides, I seldom get to play with tits as pretty as yours.”
    “Humph. Men. You are so easily distracted with sex.”
    “There’s something to be said for sex. You should try it sometime. Now, really, what are these