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Blake climbed back into the boxing ring. “I wouldn’t bet on him being the one to win. I’ve been hoping for a partner I’m equal with, so I can let my frustrations out on him. Who do you think will win? I have a mate pregnant with twins.”

Kegon chuckled. “Don’t kill him, Blake. We’re hunting a drug dealer tonight.”

Blake turned to him, and Brock braced himself at the fierce look on his brother’s face. Brock hated to admit it, but he felt good after talking to his brother and he knew after he let himself loose fighting Blake, he’d feel like himself again. He wouldn’t worry about being a pussy or soft anymore.





Chapter Three



Sammy was excited. Brock had called to say he would be here any minute to start teaching her to drive. She’d had a couple of lessons before her mother got sick and two or three while she was sick, but Sammy hadn’t liked leaving her mother in case she felt worse while Sammy wasn’t there. It was only days after her mother died that she met Greg, and he’d made it clear he didn’t want her to drive and he thought women drivers were menaces.

The doorbell rang, and Sammy grabbed her handbag and partly skipped to the door. She wasn’t going to let Greg win anymore. Sammy would learn to drive.

Brock stood on the other side of the door in his usual black clothes. Sammy wondered if he had any items of clothing that weren’t black and if Brock’s five o’clock shadow was permanent.

“You ready, angel?”

Sammy pulled her handbag further up on her shoulder and straightened her shoulders. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Brock took her hand a walked her to a black Commodore. He opened the passenger side, and she got in as he walked around to the driver’s side. He got in his seat, put his seatbelt on, and started the car. The car had a brand new smell, and Sammy worried that she might scratch or hurt a brand new car.

“The beach car park should be empty. It’s the perfect place to start. The streets by the beach shouldn’t be busy as well, so we’ll see how we go with learning the basics.”

“Sounds good. I have had a couple of lessons, but that was a while ago, so refreshing is a good idea.”

Brock nodded as he turned down the road that led to the beach.

Sammy breathed in the new smell again. “Is the car new?”

Brock shrugged. “It’s a couple of weeks old.”

“A couple of weeks.” Sammy screeched. “I can’t learn to drive in a brand new car. What if I scratch it, smash it, or hurt it?”

“It’s not alive, angel, so you can’t hurt the car. It’s also the cheapest of both mine and Slater’s cars for you to drive. I’m insured, and you’re on my policy.”

“Oh. You didn’t have to do that. How much do I owe you for that?”

“Nothing. Slater and I put you on our policy because we wanted to. We don’t need your money. I have enough that if I stopped working I could live off my inheritance very nicely and still have money left over for whoever I left everything to when I die.”

Sammy stared at Brock. He said this like having that amount of money meant nothing at all. Sammy and her mother had worked hard for everything they had. Sammy’s mother had received a small inheritance when her father had passed away, and she had paid off the house they lived in. Sammy wished the inheritance had been larger so her mother didn’t have to work.

“Why, if you have all that money, do you work? And in such a dangerous job?”

“I’m not one for sitting around at a desk. I like using my abilities to catch bad guys. Plus shifters are pretty durable. We heal quicker and can run faster, have better vision and hearing, and live a little longer than humans.” Brock turned down the beach street to the car park.

“Do all shifters have money like you and your family?”

“Yeah, most. It’s easy for us to make money. When you can smell a lie and live longer than you humans, you get good with business and know where to invest and put your money. Although having said all that, my family has been very lucky and clever in business. Slater’s and my inheritances came from our grandparents.”

“I can still give you money to help pay for some of the insurance. You don’t have to pay for me.”

Brock pulled into a park at the start of the car park, turned off the car. He reached over into the glove box and pulled out L plates. Brock got out, and Sammy watched as he walked to the front of the car and leaned down, stood up and went to the back of the car before he came back to her side and opened her car door. “Out. No more talk of money.”

Shaking her head she got out. Sammy knew she wouldn’t win. She would learn to pick and choose her fights and let the small ones go. She walked around and stopped as she came to the back of the car to see he had bought plate holders for his car. She walked to the front to see there was one there, too.