It had been a long day for Millie. Being one of the only doctors in the hospital made the workload erratic. Sometimes there was hardly anything to do, sometimes there was far too much to do.

She said goodbye to the nurses at the nurses’ station and walked out into the front hallway of the hospital. On her way out through the sliding glass doors, she almost smashed into Brody Oberon.

“Hi,” she said, with a wide smile. She hadn’t expected to see him back at the hospital so soon. “What brings you here?”

“I noticed something in your report I wanted to ask you about.”

“Can we talk about this over a few drinks?” she asked. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. There’s a bar right across the street if you’re interested.”

“That’s exactly where I was headed.”

They went out into the cool evening air. The clear sky was turning pink and yellow as the sun plunged behind the mountains on the horizon.

Across the street at the local bar, Brody held the door for her and she smiled up at him when she passed. How sweet was that? Men back at home never did that kind of thing.

She’d been a high-powered important doctor not long ago, and men tended to see her as too tough and alpha to do things like open the door for her.

They went to sit at the bar and ordered a few beers to take into a private booth. They sat facing each other over the sticky table. Country music played on the jukebox.

Because it was a Thursday night, the place wasn’t hopping. Millie liked that. She liked to go out for a beer or a glass of wine after her shift. It was better than going straight home after work to be alone. At least that way she felt like she had some kind of social life.

She took a sip of beer and gazed at the strapping man in front of her. Light blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a body like some kind of Greek god. No. Not a Greek god. Not even Greek gods were built as big and muscular as Brody Oberon. He was huge.

She bit her lip just thinking about what he must have going on under his clothes.

“So, what did you want to ask me about?”

“I was looking over the report.” He took out his phone and scrolled through it. “I found this imprint on Chris’s skin. What do you think that is?”

“I don’t know. If I had to guess, based on the pattern of his injuries, I’d say it was the logo of a vehicle.”

“What kind of car logo do you think it is?” he asked, pulling the cell phone back to himself to inspect it further. He flicked his fingers over the screen, making the picture bigger then smaller.

“I couldn’t say.”

“I’ll do an internet search tomorrow. Oh, shoot. I have rounds tomorrow.”

“Rounds?”

“Yeah. I’m a game warden. My main job is to check people’s hunting licenses and make sure the public is following hunting and fishing laws. Since shifters came out, Montana game wardens have been deputized and we work on any crime committed against shifters.”

“I could look into that logo if you want,” she offered. “I might be able to get a better picture of the pattern. Chris is still in the morgue.”

“That’d be great,” he said, running his eyes up and down her body. His gaze made her shiver with excitement. Hot damn was Brody Oberon one sexy man.

She had a fantasy of him taking her in the forest at night while the moon rose full overhead, and it made her squeal under her breath and squeeze her legs together.

Millie hadn’t had a boyfriend or even a good lay in a long damn time…too long, considering how wet she was getting just looking at Brody.

His cryptic behavior the first time they’d met had attracted her to him in a way she never would have expected.

After everything she’d been through, she wondered if she didn’t deserve to break off a piece of that man meat. Maybe after a couple more beers the answer would be a firm yes.

She giggled and ordered them another round, watching Brody as he smiled over at her.

“You’re a very beautiful woman,” he said in a low voice, his nostrils flaring.

Could he smell her arousal? This guy was a shifter, from what she’d heard from the nurses. Damn. Maybe he could smell it.

Millie suddenly felt hot all over. Most of all in her underthings. Well, no use acting like it wasn’t happening.

“Thanks. You aren’t so bad yourself,” she said, smiling. A good song came on the jukebox and she sprang from the table.

“Want to dance?” she asked, reaching out her hand to him.

He growled and took her hand, following her out onto the dance floor. Brody pulled her into his arms and began to lead her in a two-step.

Surprised, she followed along, looking up into his handsome face as he moved her effortlessly across the floor. She’d expected to go out there and wiggle around like a dork, but this guy was doing a real country western dance with her.

His strong arms and commanding hips moved her through the dance as the songs played on the jukebox. Beginning to break out in a sweat, she was relieved when a slow song came on. Instead of taking her back to the booth, he held her closer and waltzed around the room with her tucked in his arms.

Her heart jumped in her chest, pounding in her ears. She felt giddy and lightheaded having Brody’s arms around her. It was like a dream come true to have a man like him hold her so close.

She could feel the muscles of his chest relax and flex as he moved her across the floor. The smell of his skin intoxicated her senses, and she was lost.

He leaned into the crook of her neck and took a long breath in through his nose. A low growl rumbled in his throat and Millie felt his shaft harden.

Her eyes opened wide with excitement. Just when she was about to ask him if he wanted to go back to her place, he pulled away and led her back to the booth.

“I need to get going home tonight. Need a ride anywhere?”

“No. I’m fine.” She was disappointed. She knew he was attracted to her. Why had he pulled back? Oh well. He had his reasons. She wouldn’t take it personally. “I’ll look into the logo tomorrow and we can touch base after your rounds.”

“Sounds like plan. Can I meet you at the lodge?”

“Sure,” she said with almost too much enthusiasm.

“See you then,” he said, leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Night Millie.”

“Bye,” she said, feeling like a teenager with a crush. Dang. He really did it for her.

She watched Brody walk out of the bar, his gorgeous, high ass stuffed into his tight, dark jeans. What she wouldn’t give for a taste of what he could do.