Growling low in his chest, feeling both turned on and frustrated at the same time, Jax sat down on the edge of the sofa and alternated between watching the screen and shooting Dakota black looks.

The narrator's voice, generically smooth and male, spoke. "Harry was captured by forest rangers in the Olympic National Forest near Port Angeles, Washington, three months ago. Rangers were investigating a complaint from a family camping in the area who claimed their food supplies were stolen by a creature the campers identified as 'Big Foot.'

"When the rangers arrived on the scene, they found what appeared to be large, humanoid footprints at the campsite. Tracking them, they found the gorilla hiding in the dense underbrush. Nicknamed "Harry" after a Big Foot movie character, the gorilla was successfully tranquilized and transported to the Northwest Zoological Research Facility near Spokane.

"Primatologists have studied Harry for the last three months, and claim he is an Eastern Lowland gorilla, found mostly in the mountainous regions of Uganda. His species is not native to the American Northwest."

"See? He's not really Big Foot," Jax said, rolling his eyes. "He's a gorilla, Dakota. A real one. Not a shifter."

"Will you shut up and listen, Jax?" Dakota asked. His forehead creased in a deep frown as his thumb jerked toward the screen.

Jax grabbed another rib, tore off a bite, a chewed in a desultory manner as he returned his attention, albeit reluctantly, to the television.

"Scientists speculate that Harry may have been brought into the country via the black market as a pet and then abandoned in the wild when he grew too large for his owners to manage. It is not believed that Harry has been living on his own for long, since he would be ill-equipped to survive the hostile Northern Pacific winters."

The screen switched to show a man in a white lab coat, looking uneasily at the microphone held in front of his face. "We believe Harry has had contact with humans before and was treated well by his former owners. He is in excellent health, and well, he seems to be toilet trained. He shows signs of possessing an extremely high level of intelligence. Most incredibly, he seems to understand the English language, at least at some basic level." The scientist gave a short laugh. "He enjoys watching television, particularly game shows."

The camera returned to the reporter. "Harry is currently being housed in a private facility, but he will be soon transferred to the gorilla enclosure at a major theme park zoo in Florida for public viewing. Officials state Harry will be better suited to the near-tropical climate in Florida. Animal rights activists have protested the move, claiming that Harry should be flown to Africa and released back into the wild. They may file a lawsuit and seek an injunction against the move."

"A gorilla," Jax said again, polishing off his second rib. "He's nothing but an overgrown monkey. And for this, you interrupt my Sunday afternoon off?"

"Gorillas are apes, not monkeys, and what gorilla does that?" Dakota said, pointing at the screen showing Harry in his cage, watching television. Harry's shoulders shook as if he were laughing.

"Monkey see, monkey do," Jax said stubbornly, as a hollow feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew what Dakota wanted, and exactly what Dakota was going to say next. He didn't want to hear it, but also knew there was no way around it, not unless he keeled over and dropped stone-cold dead, face-first into his platter of barbeque ribs. Resignedly, he mouthed the words as Dakota spoke them.

"What if he's a shifter, Jax?"

"He's not."

"You don't know that. This documentary is a couple of months old. I checked with the zoo. Harry's already there. I think we should take a trip to Florida to find out if he's a shifter."

"Absolutely not! The only thing I'm going to take is a nap after I finish watching the game!"

Dakota's smile grew seductive, and he palmed his cock through his denim pants, making Jax's breath catch in his throat. Dakota definitely didn't play fair, although Jax figured he should be used to it by now.

"Oh, well, I guess no means no. I'm going upstairs to the bedroom, Jax. I'm going strip my clothes off and lie naked on the bed. I'm feeling... finicky. I might have to jerk off. Maybe finger myself, too. Not that you'd be interested in any of that, not with such an important game on television and all..."