The shifter had gotten out in time. The only damage was to the store. The storage room looked like someone had ripped it apart with a scorching hand. The wood was burned, in some spots to a crisp. A lot of the inventory was lost, so burned that it looked like a pile of singed paper with melted metal in the center. “Insurance covered everything,” Hunter said as he stood behind Logan. “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” “That makes two of us,” Logan said as he pushed aside something that looked like melted chocolate with the toe of his shoe. “I’m sorry your store was burned because of me.” “Don’t sweat it, Logan. That’s what insurance is for. Besides, you found your mates.” The man sounded too damn optimistic for having his livelihood lying in charred ruins. That only made Logan feel worse for having his work truck blow out the back of the man’s store. “Listen,”
