A Change To Bear (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Last of the Shapeshifters) by A.E. Grace Read Free Book Online Page B

can clear the roof of the building.”
    “Oh.” Terry looked from the guard tower to where the guards were surrounding the fence, their radios buzzing and hissing with chatter. “Yeah.”
    “Anyways, these guards are half-assing it, anyway.”
    “You can tell?” Terry asked, smirking at him.
    “Don’t they look bored to you?”
    “I would be bored”
    “Would you half-ass it?”
    “Probably.”
    “Well, then there you go. Anyway, come on, let’s go. This sort of shit happens all the time, I bet.”
    “Yeah.” Terry walked up beside him. “So right now we’re not in any country. That’s kind of weird.”
    “It’s the same thing as when you’re in an airport.
    “No man’s land.”
    “Yup.”
    “So, technically, we have no rights here.”
    “Maybe.”
    “And there are no laws here.”
    “I don’t think it works like that,” Liam said.
    “Is the walk long?” Terry asked, before she remembered that she had her guidebook. “Never mind, I’ll check.”
    “It’s about two miles, so not long.”
    “Oh, good. Because this backpack is starting to get pretty heavy.”
    “Over-pack?”
    “How dare you!” Terry cried, grinning at him. “But probably, yes.” She reached to the back of her bag and pulled her water bottle out from its slot. She drank nearly half of it in one go. “It’s really hot.”
    “Yeah,” Liam agreed, glancing up at the sky. “I’ve been hotter, though. Was once in the desert in central Australia. That was hot.”
    “Yeah, but a desert is dry. I feel like I could drink from this air.” Terry wiped her forehead. “I’ve never sweated this much before in my life.” Looking down at herself, she felt a pang of embarrassment at seeing that she had sweated through her top along her belly, and in between her breasts.
    “Yeah, you’re pretty sweaty,” Liam said, his voice completely devoid of any humor. She looked up at him. Was that a joke? Was he finally starting to warm up, unstiffen those socializing skills? She watched as he wiped his brow, saw the glisten on his neck and forearms. He actually had really nice forearms. She’d never really been an arm kind of girl before, but she knew a friend who swore up and down that a guy’s arm could be super sexy. She also thought that a guy’s arms could be a deal-breaker, too, which took away from her credibility.
    “You don’t sweat much, do you?” She asked it because it was on the same track of conversation they’d been having: perspiration. But it seemed to be a big day for firsts, because it was the first time she’d ever had a conversation with a guy she’d just met – and kind of fancied – about the differences in the activity levels of their sweat glands.
    “Not really,” he said, and he offered her a half smile. “Don’t know why. Genetics, I guess.”
    “So it must be difficult for you to lose heat?”
    “Why are we talking about this?”
    “I don’t know,” Terry admitted. She laughed. It had definitely gotten awkward. “So, did you walk the border the last time you came to Vietnam?”
    “Yes,” he said. “But things were different then.” He gestured vaguely at the fences. “All this was much less,” but he trailed off, apparently uninterested in finding the word. “So, you just quit your job,” he said, tacking, “and left your home to go backpacking? That’s a pretty big step. Not many people can just do that, leave everything behind.”
    “Yeah,” Terry murmured. “Actually, I’ll tell you, I didn’t realize how much stuff I had until I had to pick through it and decide what to take.”
    “I don’t have that problem.”
    “No, I imagine you don’t. I had this clarinet – I used to play – and it was all losing its coat, and I’d left the reed in there so it had expanded and gotten stuck, and some of the keys were rusting, and, I mean, I’d never given it any thought before. It was always there, in the corner of my bedroom. And I just didn’t want to not take it with