Shana was back. And he was taking her toward the ranch. Where she would be staying. Indefinitely. He groaned aloud at the thought. She looked like hell, but Shana looking like hell was still Shana—still hot enough to have him half-hard from the second he’d scented her in the night. Caleb shot off a quick prayer of thanks to whatever unnamed gods were listening that he’d been patrolling in human form. Facing her for the first time in seven months stark naked after a shift was not an experience he ever wanted to have. She sashayed along the rutted drive leading to the ranch’s main compound, swinging her tight little ass. Her long red hair was loose, the ends flicking around her hips like tongues of flame. Most lionesses were blonde, their hair perfectly matching the color of their pelts, but Shana had to be different in every way. She stood out like a fire in the desert, unique and untamable.
