I felt my big-mouthed shapeshifter long before I saw him rounding the corner. His shifter aura, fueled by adrenaline, radiated more strongly than I’d ever sensed it. Then again, he usually kept his brain buttoned up when he was around me lest my empathy pick up on something he didn’t want me to know. Plus, I’d never encountered him after he’d been with a whole bunch of testosterone-laden enforcers, most of whom were either werewolves or alpha shifters. Even the women, or so Alex had said. Enforcers, he told me, were drafted based on badassitude, not gender. His badass self turned the corner from the elevator, and I stifled a smile. Black boots, black combat pants, black sweater with the sleeves pushed up, and no coat. His dark hair was its usual tousle of almost-too-long dark waves, and his cheeks had a rosy glow from the brisk wind. He was gorgeous. I had to remind myself how annoyed I was with him, especially when he treated me to the sexy grin that caused a sexy crease on the left side of his sexy mouth.
