The Turning of the Tables

I try to be an easygoing kind of guy, but sometimes things happen that really throw you for a loop. It turns out that meeting a certain badger shifter is one of those things. I'd agreed to pick him up at the airport to help out a friend, and I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. I figured I'd pick him up, drop him off at his hotel, and that would be that. Instead, I can't stop thinking about him—and it doesn't help that he keeps texting me, asking for my help. The other problem is … he...