I knew that Bernardo had taken in the stripped bed, the pile of bedding. Hell, sometimes you can smell sex in a room if it's recent enough. He looked at me, face softening to something more serious. "I saw a shadow a lot taller than you through the drapes. Why are you hiding him?"
"I thought it was one of the local marshals," I said.
"You're a big girl, why hide?" he asked. He gave me a very direct look. When we'd first met years ago he'd played the handsome flirt and hidden that there was a good mind to go with the great body. Smart is way more dangerous than cute when you're hiding things.
I called out, "Ethan, it's all right, you can come out." I made sure to watch Bernardo's face. His eyes widened, just a bit. He made one of those, well, faces, as in, Well, I didn't expect that. He tried to cover that I had shocked him, or at least surprised him, by sliding the earpiece of his sunglasses into a pocket on his chest. He busied himself unzipping his jacket.
I glanced behind me to find that Ethan had stopped about halfway across the small room. The sunlight streaming through the big window was barely filtered by the thin curtains; no wonder Bernardo had seen a shadow from outside. But now Ethan was half revealed in that bright filtered light, and half in the room's dimness, as if he stood in the midst of trees and sunlight streaming through leaves. It was almost as if even standing in the bland motel room, an echo of jungle and wildness touched that shining yellow and gold fur. He was also at least six-six, maybe six-eight in this form. Bernardo was six-one and used to being tall. He had his left hand sort of half behind the swell of his ass, and I knew that the short, stylish jacket was short for a reason. He was carrying his main gun at the small of his back. In a short jacket he could be warm and still do a quick draw. Winter concealed carry was always a fight between staying warm and not getting yourself killed because you couldn't get to your weapons in time.
"Ease down, Bernardo, he's okay." I held my hand out to Ethan.
He shook his head. "He's armed, and he's scared of me. I'll stay farther away."
I glared at Bernardo. "Stand down, Bernardo. He's my" - what word should I use? - "lover. It's okay."
"Edward said that you were with a local weretiger. He said you were feeding the ardeur."
"Then why is your hand still on your gun?" I asked.
"Because from the smell and look of the bed he just changed shape recently, which means he's hungry. You're his lover, he likes you; he doesn't know me."
"New shapeshifters are compelled to eat right after the change. That stops being true as they get more practice. Do you really think I'd be alone with a shapeshifter so new that he'd lose control like that?"
"You're like me, Anita; you don't always make good decisions when you find new tail."
"I don't like that phrase. None of my lovers are just 'new tail.'"
He shrugged, hand still touching his gun. "Fine, but when we see someone we want to sleep with, we don't always think it through first."
Was he right about me? He was certainly right about the ardeur picking quick and hard, and not always the best choices. I had more control now, but . . . If he was right, he was right, and I had to let it go.
"And, Anita, this is a small room, and honestly if I didn't trust you, I'd have my gun out and pointed at your blond friend. Pointed, aimed, and ready to shoot would be my only chance against something as fast as a lycanthrope in a room this small, Anita."
I nodded. "I know that."
"Then why are you bitching that I'm touching my gun?"
It was a good point. I shrugged, which made the towel begin to slip again. I caught it earlier this time, so I was still covered. "Fine. Ethan, this is Marshal Bernardo Spotted-Horse."
Ethan waved a hand that was big enough to palm Bernardo's skull. I guess in the end there was nothing I could do to make Bernardo comfortable with the big weretiger in the small room, and then I realized something else. Ethan was naked. He was like most wereanimals and not bothered by nudity, but in this shape he wouldn't fit in any clothes he'd brought for his under-six-feet human form. Well, maybe the boxers?
But a lot of men had problems with other men being nude, especially if they were well endowed. There was always a measuring stick in a man's mind when it came to certain things. Who was taller, and who was, um, well, bigger.
I tried to look at Ethan in this form from a guy's point of view, and realized there might be more than one reason that a human male might be intimidated.
I looked back at Bernardo, and it was my turn to grin. "Is the nudity bothering you? I mean, Ethan's?"
Bernardo shook his head, but his eyes sort of flickered downward.
My grin got broader. "Of all the human men I've seen nude, Bernardo, you are the last person I thought would be intimidated by size." I laughed, I couldn't help it.
"Are you saying that he's as big in human form as I am in this form?" Ethan asked. Most men wouldn't have asked that blandly.
I glanced back at Bernardo. "From what I remember, yeah."
Bernardo gave me a mild version of his sexy smile, but it never reached his eyes. They were all wary, and worried about the most dangerous thing in the room. He'd flirt, but not until he was sure of the weretiger. The way he was acting, I wasn't certain there was a way for him to be comfortable around the weretiger in half-man form.
"Is he an old lover of yours?" Ethan asked.
"No," I said, and my face was still soft with the fading laugh.
"Then how do you know how well endowed he is?" Ethan asked.
I looked at him. "Are you jealous?"