Jensen did his best not to laugh or even snicker when he saw the way his clothes hung on the ginger, in fact, if he was honest with himself, he liked how Ian looked in his clothes. But Jensen was not ready to deal with those thoughts, not without perhaps privacy and a stiff drink in his hand. He shook his dark head, trying to clear it of those errant thoughts and focus on the man before him and the task at hand.

"In my...line of work," Jensen began in his deep voice, picking and choosing his words. "One gets used to picking out the truth from tall tales and drunken stories. I caught wind of a freak wolf sighting out this way and thought I would come check it out, see if there was any truth to the tale." But I wasn't expecting to find you, Jensen thought, keeping those words to himself.