Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 28245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Stand back,” Grandpa orders, putting his hand up.
The agents look uneasy, but they listen. They hold back.
I gasp as the grizzly begins to shake and tremble.
Is he…?
But my worst fears subside when I realize that Cain is coming out. He phases back into his human form and holds the wound under his arm. He’s breathing heavily.
I jump on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his face over and over as he winces.
“I’m sorry,” I say, finally getting control of myself. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
He smiles weakly. “It was worth it.”
I kiss him softly on the lips and then hold his hand as we turn to my grandfather.
He looks older than I’ve ever seen him. He looks ready for retirement.
“Sir,” Cain says with a nod.
Grandpa huffs out a breath. “Bradford, you tell me the truth now. My granddaughter’s life is on the line. Is your bear back under control?”
“I’d rather die than put Mindy in danger,” he says as he holds my hand tight. “I hope you understand that.”
Grandpa nods.
“Good,” Cain continues. “Then, I can tell you that my bear seems to be cured.”
“Seems to be?”
“He hasn’t been a problem since I met Mindy. I can promise you that if he ever has a hint of feralness to him, I’ll go to you first. You can personally put a bullet in my head. I’ll even bring the gun.”
“Let’s not do that!” I screech in a high-pitched voice.
Grandpa ignores me. He’s too busy staring Cain down, trying to read him. When he realizes that he’s serious, he takes a deep breath and nods.
“Can you still smell it on him?” Grandpa asks the wolf shifter. “Does his bear still smell feral?”
Remy’s eyes harden. “Once a feral bear, always a feral bear.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Grandpa snaps. “Can you still smell it on him?”
The French Canadian takes a long inhale and then reluctantly shakes his head. “No. I don’t.”
Grandpa thinks for a few seconds and then turns back to us. “I’m putting my trust in you, Bradford,” he says to Cain. “If you feel that bear slipping. You turn yourself in. Deal?”
Cain nods. “Deal.”
“What about the director position?” I ask. “Cain should still get it. He earned it.”
Grandpa takes a deep breath. “We’ll discuss that later. Preferably in the office. With clothes on.”
Cain takes a step behind me, shielding his naked body with mine.
“You two need to get home,” Grandpa says. “You need some rest and he needs to heal up. I’ll take you.”
“Wait!” I say when he turns to the cars.
Adrenaline is still surging through my veins. I’m feeling more confident than ever after this big win. It’s time to tell him.
“I’m not going to law school.”
He looks at me for a long moment and then turns to the car, rubbing his temples as he walks.
“When does this damn retirement start?” he mutters to himself. “I need a vacation.”
I smile at Cain and he leans down and kisses me on the lips.
With this man by my side, there’s nothing we can’t do. Grandpa might be disappointed, but I think I can make him understand. If I can make him okay with me being in a relationship with a feral bear, I can make him okay with me not going to law school. That’s for sure.
“Thank you for not dying,” I say with a smile as my man holds me in his big protective arms. “I kinda like having you around.”
“Good,” he says as he kisses my forehead. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
We head to the cars, holding hands. His legs are a little shaky, but he’s moving. He will heal and be back at full strength, but until then, he’ll have me to lean on.
My heart soars as I smile at him.
We got another chance.
And I know we’re going to make it count.
Epilogue
Mindy
Seven months later…
“How do I look?” Cain asks as he steps into the living room in a fitted gray suit. I lower the philosophy book I’m reading for an online class and stare at him in stunned silence. My man is unbelievably hot.
“You look like you’re going to be late.”
He glances at the clock on the stove and turns back to me in confusion. “I don’t have to leave for another twenty minutes.”
My mouth is already watering as I get up.
“Oh,” he says when he sees the lustful look in my eyes.
“Yeah,” I say as I hold my pregnant belly and go to him. “How about a lucky blow job before your first day?”
His dark eyes drop to my mouth as I drag my hand over his soft suit, up his hard chest, and over his round shoulder.
“I want your first day to start right.” I grin as I drop to my knees in front of him. I’m trying to be all sexy and smooth, but it’s hard to get down with my big belly. A helping hand and a few unsexy grunts later, and I’m on the floor, pulling out my man’s big hard cock.