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Cricket sniffed “I don’t smell an illness.”
“I suppose like trained dogs that detect cancer or a diabetic attack, werewolves can do so as well?”
“Some better than others, but we skip the training part. Doc Darius, for example, can detect the early stages of a human’s allergic reaction to food, even before they realize it. One of the reasons he went into medicine was because of his superior sense of smell, which is why he should take a whiff of you.”
Odd. Of all the lycans she’d met, Darius was the only one who did not sniff-greet her. Although, they didn’t need to make a performance of sniffing a person to detect emotions and apparently illnesses. “Every hospital or medical clinic would hire him to help diagnose illness.” All her expertise in epidemiology to determine which disease a patient had couldn’t compete with the lycan nose.
“We would put many of your medical staff out of business, that’s for sure,” scoffed Cricket. Her tone suddenly lost her frivolity. “Such an action would get us executed because it would lead to our discovery.”
“True, but still a shame.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to get checked out?”
The headache and the temporary fever should have left her weak, but she really felt better. Like three cups of coffee energy better. “Really. I’m okay. I probably just need fresh air.”
“Good idea. We’ll go upside.” Cricket eyed her watch. “Lev works out every day at this time.” She winked. “Slade will be joining him.”
Rachel had not seen Lev since they made love and she let him feast on her blood. “Can we watch?” I hate being a stalker.
Cricket regarded Rachel. “First, we’ll stop at my place and find you some cute workout clothes.”
“I would love to exercise, but maybe light cardio, in case I have a relapse.”
“Trust me. We won’t work out, but why not put on something tighter than sweats?”
Rachel looked down at her gray sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. “Okay.” She tilted her head. “Why aren’t we working out?”
“I was going to teach you self-defense techniques, but, how about we do yoga?”
“That’ll work.”
Cricket glanced at her watch. “If we hurry, you’ll have a chance to speed up your heart rate without breaking a sweat.”
“Huh?”
“To the gym to feast our eyes.”
“I’m game.”
“Yes, you are.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Stop with the predator humor.”
Cricket laughed. “Come, let’s get to my den and change.”
“Lead the way.”
They entered Cricket and Slade’s den. The suite was small, but earlier Cricket had told her they had a bigger cottage deep in the forest and only stayed at HQ because she’d been selected as her handler.
Cricket returned from her bedroom wearing a sexy black outfit that made her look like Cat Woman, without the ears and tail. She handed Rachel a pair of size small teal-colored yoga pants and matching top. “Hurry, we don’t want to miss the sausage fest.”
Rachel donned the clothes in the bathroom. The outfit fit more like skin than clothes. What she wouldn’t give for loose baggy sweats. She stared at her backside. “I can see my ass,” she shouted from behind the closed door. “Every detail.”
Cricket walked in and grinned. “Oh, Doc, where have you been hiding that hot body?”
“Beneath a decent pair of scrubs.” Rachel stared down. “I might as well be naked.”
“That’s an option.”
