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you mean? Why would he even care?”
    “Oh. Finally I know something you don’t. But, it doesn’t matter.” Tristen drained his glass of wine before he slid his gaze across the table. “How long are you here in Denver?” Tristen gave him one rough tug and then stopped stroking his cock, leaving him panting. He snaked his arm along the back of the booth, and Fin leaned his neck against Tris’s fingertips, curling his own hands into fists on the table. Electrical bursts erupted up and down his body. He’d be a hundred years old and Tristen’s touch would still set him off.
    “That depends. I’m not certain where I’d like to settle. I was hoping to apply to the same company that employs you both.”
    “Santo, Fin relayed that you were interested in finding a job. I’m not certain what your qualifications are and how you’d fit into this company. You understand you’d have to be flexible. Shawn’s businesses are varied and then there’s the Downtown Den. You must know from Sherry this is a private club strictly for shifters and their carnal needs.”
    “You’ve this concern because I’m a vampire?”
    “Don’t you people have strange hours?”
    Fin laughed. “You sound like some old-timer… you people . There’s not a prejudiced bone in your body. Where’s this coming from?”
    Tristen inhaled and ran his hand over his face. “I’m simply trying to get a handle on the facts. It’s been a long-ass day.”
    “I meant what I said. I’m a vampire from birth, not from choice. I don’t practice the lifestyle. It’s been years. Not after being in the military and doing a tour in Afghanistan. Hence, the caps. The platinum keeps the canines from erupting spontaneously.” Santo opened his mouth and licked his crimson tongue over milk-white teeth, except for four shiny capped incisors.
    “Excuse me. But what about your diet? We abide the laws in place for humans. We have our own code for shifters. You’re an entirely different breed of creature. How exactly would you do around shifters? Can you get along on a daily basis?”
    “Literally, I am a different breed. But for all practical purposes, I live a human life insofar as jurisprudence. For ease of travel, I transform much like you. But I don’t need to return to primal roots as you all do for lunar cycles. Sex is different with us. We respond at a deeper level than most creatures and we share this way of perceiving with our partners.”
    Fin jumped in. “Shifters, when bonded, communicate telepathically to some extent as well.”
    Tristen sipped his glass of wine, peering over at Santo. His profile was the picture of serenity. Fin wasn’t fooled. Fire blazed behind those eyes, thinly veiled. A rim of red had formed around his irises. His military cut bristled over his scalp. “So you meld into the background against the human race while engaging in some form of mind-blowing sex. Do you have a preference between genders? Or species? Or do you just do it all? ’Cause sugar, you stick out like a pale sore thumb. Your saccharine voice and dark eyes aren’t human. Neither is that deathlike ice grip you’ve got going on. You’re here, you’ve been at Howl. What about run-of-the-mill venues. We’ve restaurants, art galleries, stores. You’d be expected to be ready to roll…day or night. How’s that going when you walk amongst the living?”
    “I mirror them.”
    “You what?”
    Santo inhaled as though he actually consumed oxygen via a set of lungs. Fin kept quiet and watched the two men engage in verbal sparring. “I can mirror anything. Human, animal, inanimate. In living creatures, the term, I believe, is skin-walking. I meld by using the features around me. When I’m amongst humans, I look human to them. I can become a wolf shifter if you’d like. Do you mind?” Santo stared over at Fin.
    “No. Let’s get this over. Tris, just watch with an open mind. This could be helpful in the field.”
    Santo’s regard became a soft caress that