“This seat taken?”

The smooth, husky voice startled Jared into jarring his shoulder again. He snapped his eyes open.

The guy in front of him was tall, maybe three inches taller than Jared’s six foot one, and he stood way too close, invading Jared’s personal space. It set him instantly on edge. Leaning back in his seat to get some distance between them, Jared gave him a wary look. “No, but I’m not eager to fill it either.”

“Feisty. I like that in my men.” The tall guy put his hand on the back of Jared’s chair, and ever so subtly scented the air.

A few more drinks in and Jared would have missed it, but the alcohol had yet to hit his system, and he recognised the move for what it was.

Fucking shifters.

“Piss off.”

“I’m Nathan.” The guy grinned at him, oozing confidence.

Jared rolled his eyes and took a deliberately slow drink of his beer. “And I’m not interested. So kindly fuck off and go bother someone else.”