She knew that it wasn’t much use trying to get on his computer again. When she was at the office with him, he’d logged on while Bridget was in the other room, so she hadn’t had a chance to watch him type his password. Besides, he was probably a careful enough guy to have a different password for each computer. She mainly changed to make sure she still could. There was a niggling fear at the back of Bridget’s mind that she wouldn’t be able to change back one of these days, that she’d be stuck in dog form for the rest of her considerably shortened life. Now, standing naked and shivering in the hallway, she didn’t know what to do. Almost without consciously deciding on anything, she padded silently back into the bedroom, her heart banging in her ears. John was restless, his head moving against the pillow as he muttered incomprehensible words. Bridget moved closer, despite a voice in her head screaming at her to retreat to the hallway and change back into her dog shape. Instead, she walked closer, wanting to see this man with her human eyes, to see if he was as fascinating and huge and lust-inspiring as she thought from her dog perspective.
