“You think you can take me, rodent?”
Nathan wasn’t putting up with that. “Don’t worry, Jude, I promise not to hurt you. Much.” He shushed Vince, who seemed to be trying to stop him, but Jude wasn’t a predator, just a cranky old moose. And a cornered squirrel was a deadly squirrel.
Jude pulled his t-shirt off over his head and threw it on the ground. “Come get me, you fuzzy-tailed rat.”
“Be right there.” Nathan grinned at him. The shivery, twisty sensation started in his stomach as his body got ready to shift. He stripped and handed his clothes to Vince. “Hold onto these for me, okay?”
“We can just leave. I’m sorry I talked you into this.” Vince’s beautiful face was pinched with worry.
Nathan kissed him and pushed him back in the crowd. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”