Sam (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 2) (84 page)

John chuckled. “Can’t get enough, eh?”

“What just happened?” she asked, in a tiny voice, utterly shocked by her own behavior.

“I’m thinkin’ we might have made a baby.”

She stiffened then abruptly relaxed. “Do you really think so?”

“I’m hopin’ so, Meg darlin’, ’cause I sure want to give you a reason to stay with me.”

She managed to lift her head far enough to look down at his face. “I don’t need another reason,” she said, reaching out to trace his lips with her fingertips. “I wasn’t planning to go anywhere. I love you.”

He nipped at her fingers and smiled.

“I’m right glad to hear that, ’cause I surely love you.”

“If we did make a baby,” she said, moving her hand to play with the fur on his chest, “it would probably be a good idea for us to get married. Don’t you think?”

He reached up to caress her face. “I think that’s a really good idea—even if we didn’t make a baby just now.”

“Okay.”

She laid her cheek on his chest with a sigh and heard his chuckle. “’Course, we might want to try again, seein’ as how a baby would be a really good thing.”

 
“Maestro Campagnone might not think so, losing a second violinist to maternity leave so soon.”

“He’ll get over it,” John said rolling over and covering her once more.

Meg smiled. “I guess he’ll have to,”
 

Spurred Bearback

Bear Ranchers Book IV

by

Becca Fanning

Valerie Rousseau drove the rental car along the road that would eventually lead out to Sun Valley. It was a pleasant day in fall, with a mild sun trying to break through some lacy cirrus clouds high in the deep blue sky. To say that her job took her all over the country was an understatement. Valerie owned an apartment in New York but spent so little time there that even her cactus had managed to die of dehydration, while things left in her fridge had become sentient and walked out on their own.
 

And here she was, away again.
 

This time to a small corner in a rather picturesque part of the country. And there was the problem in itself.
Picturesque
. Born in New Orleans she had a weakness for beauty. After all she had been raised in an old plantation house, with its columns out front and massive windows to let in the wonderful New Orleans sun. It was picturesque and Valerie loved the word and everything it conjured in her mind. It was the reason she had chosen property assessment as her profession.
 

New York was a lot of things, but picturesque wasn’t one of them. How she missed the simple beauty of old areas, not marred by commercialism and human madness.
Clean, simple, open
. You missed things like that in the cities where everything was loud, run by money and no matter what anyone said about going green, cities were primarily dirty.
 

Perhaps she had just been on the road too much lately. Perhaps all this thought of home, of Mama’s cooking, of the place she grew up, was just her tired mind and body telling Valerie that it was time to recharge. She should complete this job and then put in for leave. She had vacation days so why not take them? She could go home.
Home
. The word hung in her mind and ached in her heart.
 

Valerie came to realize that she was lost. Google Maps had been telling her this fact for the last how long? She didn’t know, she’d tuned out the noise of the robotic, annoying voice telling her it was
recalculating.
 

“Shit!” she said and pulled the car over onto the verge.
 

The road ahead was heading into trees, a lot of them and then up into the mountains. Was this the right way to Sun Valley? All the signs so far had insisted that she was going the right way. She looked at her phone and sighed. Google was completely lost. It suddenly thought she was in California and not Colorado. She turned the GPS off, what was the point of keeping it on?

So the last sign had been about a mile back? Maybe more?
 

“Dammit Val, why the hell were you daydreaming?” she berated herself, loudly thumping the wheel.
 

Maybe she should drive a little way down the road. There was bound to be another sign soon, right? There had to be. Surely people came to Sun Valley all the time. Right?
 

Valerie slowly depressed the accelerator and the rental eased back onto the road. She drove along for another twenty minutes as the trees grew up around her. Suddenly the road just ended in a wall of green branches and leaves. To her right she could see something that looked like a little dirt track that was cleared of branches, and to her left nothing but forest.
 

On the right a very small, hand painted sign proclaimed that it was the way to Sun Valley.
 

“Oh, but of course it is,” Valerie said aloud to herself and sighed. It was clearly going to be one of those days. The vampire pool at HQ, Valerie’s pet name for the sisterhood of personal assistants and secretaries, that stood guard on all the floors of the massive skyscraper Petersen-Snow called home, had rented her a sedan, not an SUV. So this was going to be a bumpy ride the car would never forget.

She drove slowly along the track. It was very pretty under the leafy canopy. All around her leaves tinted in red, yellow and orange tumbled lazily to the ground. Under different circumstances it would even be lovely. But Valerie was wound up. She was out here in the middle of nowhere and now she had no cellphone signal.
 

The light in the shadow of the mountain under the trees was a little dim, and Valerie was contemplating turning on her head lamps, when suddenly something ran across the road. It was a small something; a flash of fur and then it was gone. But it was enough to make her wrench the wheel and send the car off on a bumpy, uncontrolled ride down the embankment and into the trees.
 

The car came to rest, nose first in a heap of leaves and dirt about ten yards from the track. Valerie hit her head on the steering wheel. It was just a bump, so only hard enough to daze not to concuss. The engine died and, for a moment, Valerie was at peace slumped over the wheel. Then she pulled herself upright, brushed back her mass of dark, curly hair and looked around. Her hands were shaking.
 

She fumbled with the door mechanism. After a moment the door swung open and shuddered on its hinges. Valerie slid out of the car on weak legs and staggered back a few paces. The car was resting comfortably with its nose in the dirt. It was okay. After all, the secretarial vampires would have taken the insurance option on the rental, so all she had to do was find some signal and call a tow truck. A brief search of the pockets of her jeans reminded her that the phone was still in the car. Gingerly she touched the sore part of her forehead, checking in that stupid human way to see if it hurt, and knowing as her finger depressed the already blooming lump, that it did.
 

Finding the phone took a moment. It had fallen from its cradle stuck to the windshield onto the floor on the passenger side. Valerie was in no mood to move around the car and open that side, so she simply leaned into the car and leaving her booted feet hanging out of the open front door, she stretched to reach the phone.
 

With her head under the glove box she grabbed the phone and a sound filtered in from outside. It was a snuffling sound. Valerie pushed herself up but she couldn’t see anything, being too low to see out the window much beyond the branches above.
 

Suddenly the window became dark, as a snout, followed by the big shaggy head of a black bear, filled the space. Valerie blinked at the bear. The bear sniffed the glass and then set one oddly golden eye on her.
 

Oh crap!

Valerie panicked.

Valerie moved like lightning. She angled her body so she could tumble into the back of the sedan, and went for it. She landed mostly upside down but righted herself enough to be lying on her back in a fetal position on the sedan’s carpet between the front passenger and back seats.
 

Was this a good idea?
 

Probably not, she conceded since now she couldn’t move. Oh well, perhaps the bear would move on and not come in through the open driver’s door. Did bears even like to eat people? Valerie had never really been an Animal Planet junkie and now she was wishing she had been. Should she try to run for the road?
 

Oh sure, genius, and then what?
 

There was more snuffling, this time right outside the passenger door. Then there was a terrible sound, something horribly organic that conjured gross, frightening images in her head.
 
Valerie felt her bladder want to let go. She clenched her muscles and closed her eyes and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
 

Silence.

More silence.

“Hi!”
 

The voice came from right inside the car and Valerie, already twanging with tightly pulled nerves screamed and lashed out. Her hand hit something, as with a burst of athleticism, courtesy of her new friend adrenaline, Valerie righted herself and attacked the noise all in one confused motion. She ended up hitting her head on the roof of the car and sliding back down into her hiding place.
 

A voice, male and quite well modulated, spoke to her from the front driver’s seat.
 

“Hey! Take it easy!”
 

Valerie felt a wave of relief, followed by a new wave of fear hitting her. So she’d swapped a bear for a hillbilly yokel.

“What are you doing in my car?” Valerie yelled. “I have a gun by the way. And! There’s a bear out there!”

Uh huh? Well done genius! Now what’s going to happen when he realizes you don’t?

And then a head rose around the headrest. Topped with dark blonde curly hair, a face rose in the space between the headrest and the roof. Golden eyes regarded her above a smile that had clearly been made to break hearts. Her creole grandmother, Sophie (Fifi for short) would have said it was, “The smile of an angel touched by the devil.” Valerie had never known what she meant until now.
 

“Okay,” the man said slowly. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
 

Valerie was silent. Her blue eyes kept returning to that hypnotic golden stare and then looking away hurriedly.
 

“My name is Kyle, Kyle Pierce,” he said. “You look like you need some help.”

“I’m fine, really,” she said folding her arms across her chest. “I like hanging out in the back of my car like this. Did I mention the bear?”
 

“With the nose in a ditch?” he said, ignoring the question.

“Look, I don’t know you,” Valerie said, “We’re out here in God-knows-where, and you could be a psychopath for all I know.”

“I’m really not going to hurt you,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, you and the bear,” Valerie said chancing a brief look out the window.
 

Kyle sighed and backed out of the car. From outside he said, “Will you come out now? The bear is gone.”

He was dressed in jeans and a flannel blue and white shirt. He was broad shouldered and tall. She looked at him and bit her lip.
 

“Oh, you’re gonna get in so much trouble with this one,” she said to herself, but she opened the back door and climbed out.
 

Kyle smiled at her and said, “Right, so I’m Kyle and you are?”

“Valerie Rousseau,” she said. What harm could there be in telling him her name? At least when he chopped her to bits he would be able to say who she had been.

“Pleased to meet you,” Kyle said. He shook her unresisting hand and then turned to the car. “Well there’s no driving it out of that.”
 

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said a little testily. “Look, I’ll just call a tow or something. Must be a number on the papers for the rental.”
 

“No need,” Kyle said, “We get this more often than you might think out here. I’ll just pull you out with my truck.”

Valerie smiled weakly.
He has a truck.

“Oh, you really don’t have to worry,” she said, “I’ll be just fine. I’ll call someone… or not. How can there be no signal?”

“This is Sun Valley, sweetheart,” Kyle said jovially, “There’s no signal out here. Hell, we’re lucky we have power.” And he laughed.
 

Valerie smiled weakly. She really was in the middle of nowhere. So with a great amount of trepidation she let Kyle help her pull the car out of the ditch. By then the shadows were lengthening and the world was turning golden as time slipped away. How long had it taken her to get out here? It was already late afternoon. Valerie realized that her hotel was all the way back in town.
 

But then the dying sunlight lit Kyle up with a heavenly glow and he shone with a beautiful halo that she couldn’t pull her eyes away from.
 

“Well there we go,” he said when the little rental was on the road again. “Still think I’m out to kill you or something? Or have you realized that my intensions are honorable?”