Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] by Cara Adams Page B

the house and started running again. This time the wolves ran very fast, leaving her well behind them, only to screech to a halt and race back toward her even faster. She was surprised at their turn of speed, but also guessed they were only capable of maintaining it for short distances. Something else she’d just learned about them. As she dodged them and joined in their games, she was really enjoying seeing this, their playful side, something that seldom emerged in their human form when they were bound up in the day-to-day tasks. Ambrielle smiled. She had really found out so many new things just from watching them in their animal form. We must run together more often.
    Back at the concrete path the two wolves nudged her toward the barn. Obediently she turned and walked into the all-purpose area, looking more closely at it than she usually did each morning as she parked her motorbike in there. There were supplies and equipment boxes stacked against the back wall, a bench with piles of tools and half-empty cans of paint against the side wall, as well as her motorcycle, Danny’s truck, and Oscar’s car all in the building.
    “This place needs a tidy up and a good sorting out. I don’t know how you can ever find the tools you need in that mess. Haven’t you ever heard of a toolbox?” she teased Danny.
    “Of course I have a toolbox. It’s under all the junk somewhere,” Danny teased her right back, making all three of them laugh. Both men had transformed back into human form and were busy getting dressed again.
    What a shame, I wouldn’t have minded staring at their naked bodies for a while.
    “Seriously, it’s what I plan to do when the weather cools, build a proper storeroom for tools and the clinic supplies. I want to get our apartment done first though, at least enough so we can all be together, then I need to finish the painting. The doors and windows need to stay open while the paint dries, and once fall arrives that might be a bit too cold for the patients.”
    “We can all be together”? Did he really mean that? He was planning the upstairs apartment for her as well as for them? Neither of them had said anything like that to her. Not even hinted it. Or was this an intentionally dropped clue? Was she meant to hear it and wonder? No, it was unintentional. Danny was talking about all the painting that needed to be done. The patients were his and Oscar’s first concern. She’d think about the possibilities of spending more time with them later. When she was alone and could really weigh up the pros and cons properly.
    Ambrielle nodded. Of course. What Danny said made good sense. The patients had to come first. Although she liked what he’d said about the apartment, too. He was looking at her with concern. Had he realized he’d told her more than he meant to. Well, she’d ignore it. She couldn’t say anything until she’d had a chance to think about it anyway. So let them think she hadn’t picked up on his words.
    “I could help you with the straight painting. Not sanding down and preparing the woodwork so much, but the actual painting itself. I wouldn’t mind doing that for you. All you’d need to do is hand me the correct color paint and tell me which wall to put it on,” she said.
    “You paint?” asked Oscar.
    “I painted my bedroom bright purple when I was twelve, then changed it to brown and gold, the colors of my football team, a few years later,” she replied.
    “What about the ceiling?”
    “Yes, the ceiling, too. My dad wasn’t so pleased about that. I had blotches of purple paint on the floorboards for years. I’d thought to roll up the rug and take it out of the room, but I hadn’t gotten as far as figuring out that I needed to cover the floor properly.”
    Both men laughed.
    Ambrielle stood and grinned. She was pretty sure they hadn’t brought her into the barn here to ask her to help out with the painting. One or the other of them would say what he wanted sooner or later,