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told him that his lover had wandered into a well-known biker bar and left with another man.
    “Because we’re good friends and I wanted a hug,” Denton’s scowl conveyed his annoyance. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.”
    “Who did you bring home?” Isaac asked. He knew he was blowing the entire thing. His accusing tone probably didn’t help anything, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had planned to approach the entire thing much more smoothly, but finding Denton in another man’s arms and hearing he’d picked up a different man had thrown him off course.
    “I brought home a hawk shifter I need to question. How did you know I brought someone home?” Denton narrowed his eyes as he interrogated Isaac in return.
    “Because I had you followed, of course. You didn’t think I was going to let you wander around town unprotected when a gang of saltwater shifters were after your ass, did you?” Isaac couldn’t keep the outrage from his voice.
    Denton smiled. “You were worried about me?”
    “Of course I was. You came to me last night all battered. I won’t take the chance it’ll happen again.” He would do everything in his power to make sure it never happened again. No one would touch his mate and live.
    “Why don’t you go to the dining room with the others? Here, carry this. I’ll bring the tea.”
    Others?
    He quickly accepted the platter Denton handed to him and headed to where he remembered the dining room to be.
    His unspoken question was soon answered when he followed Denton into the living room to find Eaton and a man fitting the description he was given of the person Denton brought home. From the way Eaton was fussing over the newcomer, Isaac had nothing to worry about.
    A quick sniff told him the stranger was a hawk shifter.
    “Marty, this is Isaac Graham, Isaac this is Marty.”
    “No last name?” Isaac asked.
    Marty shrugged. If he had one, he wasn’t sharing it with the room at large.
    “Marty was attacked by the same salties I encountered last night, or at least I think so. I brought him here to let Eaton patch him up and to ask him questions,” Denton explained.
    “Why didn’t you have Eaton patch you up last night?” Isaac asked. Not that he didn’t appreciate being the person Denton turned to, but it would’ve made more sense to go home.
    “Eaton was out on a date and I didn’t want to ruin it,” Denton explained.
    From the expression on Marty’s face, that wasn’t an acceptable answer. “Who were you on a date with?” Marty asked. The scowl on his face should’ve made Eaton rethink answering the question.
    If the eagle shifter cared even a bit for the person he saw last night, it was apparent to Isaac it would be better not to tell Marty any details.
    “Some guy I met on a dating website,” Eaton said casually.
    “How did it go?” Marty asked.
    Isaac glanced at the hawk shifter and could practically feel the animosity oozing off of him. If Eaton had two brain cells to bump together, he’d deny having a good time even if it was the best first date in the history of dating. Isaac didn’t know the eagle shifter well, but he was supposedly brilliant—hopefully that carried over to his dealing with men. It didn’t take more than a little observation to realize the hawk shifter had a thing for Eaton.
    Eaton shrugged. “There wasn’t any chemistry and the guy was human.” Eaton’s dismissive tone clearly made Marty relax again.
    “Good.” Marty smiled.
    “Tell me about the Salties,” Denton demanded. The croc shifter quickly assembled a sandwich as he waited for his answer.
    That explained why Marty was there. Isaac lost interest once he realized the shifter wasn’t after his croc. Now he could turn his attention to the important aspect of tracking down those damn salties.
    Marty pulled apart the piece of bread he’d placed on his plate. His fingers betrayed the nerves not reflected in his voice.
    “As far as I know, they came into town