A Grizzly Kind Of Love (The Mating Game Book 3) by Georgette St. Clair Read Free Book Online

I have never been asked out on a date. So there is probably no point in pursuing this further.”
    “Hey, listen, just because you haven’t found anyone in the current database who would appreciate your many special, wonderful and unique qualities, doesn’t meant they don’t exist,” Wynona said. “I’ll keep an eye out for someone who would be your perfect match.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t want to take time away from your work…”
    “It’s no trouble at all,” Wynona said. “I should have thought of it ages ago. You’d be an absolute catch, and anyone would be lucky to have you.”
    Her phone rang as Gillian left the office, and as soon as she picked it up, she wished she hadn’t.
    “Tiffany’s father has called me several times,” Hubert Shepherd said without preamble. “He is eager to get her off his hands.”
    “You don’t say.”
    Hubert failed to take the bait. “I expect a progress report emailed to my office in ten minutes,” he said.
    “Hello, Hubert,” Wynona said with annoyance. “It’s a pleasure to hear from you. How is your day going so far?”
    “I’m on my way to lunch with the district attorney, a close personal friend of mine,” he said. “Nine minutes and thirty seconds. If you make me late, I will be displeased.” And he hung up the phone.
    She buried her face in her hands and groaned. Her lawyer was running into brick walls trying to track down her husband and get more details about the shell corporation which had defrauded the Shepherds. . He’d filed a discovery motion, but that would take time, and every damn thing he filed cost her money. Soon she wouldn’t have any savings left.
    It looked like she had at least a few more weeks of taming the wild beast ahead of her, and what was worse, she was becoming more and more convinced that it just wasn’t possible. She didn’t think all the training in the world would make a gentleman out of Zane Shepherd.
    * * * * *
    Zane came over that evening with a cooler full of fish on the back of his bike. He was wearing a fresh T-shirt, and motorcycle boots again. The jeans clung to the muscular curves of his thighs, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the outline of his thick cock when she’d taken his measurements. She studiously avoided looking at his crotch area.
    That didn’t help much, because instead she found herself looking at his sexy five o’clock shadow and wondering it would feel like rubbing against her skin.
    “What?” he growled, and she realized that she was staring at him.
    “Nothing!” she said brightly. “Why don’t you get those fish ready, and I’ll start cooking the vegetables? We’re going to review the proper use of tableware while we eat dinner.”
    He grumbled mutinously as he cleaned and deboned the fish, but he used the napkins and tableware appropriately throughout the entire meal, made normal conversation, and was entirely enjoyable as a dinner partner.
    Great! She was actually making progress. Maybe, just possibly, she could actually get him ready to date Tiffany Charles.
    That idea didn’t cheer her up anywhere near as much as it should have, considering that the alternative was bankruptcy, the likely loss of her business, and possibly her very own eight-by-ten jail cell.
    Right after dinner, as she stood up to clear the plates, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
    He walked out the front door and stood on her porch, letting the door shut behind him.
    She couldn’t help herself – she used her shifter hearing to eavesdrop, partially shifting her ears so that she could enhance her hearing to its fullest.
    What she overheard was puzzling. As far as she could tell, he was giving someone instructions on how to take apart an engine. But more specifically, it almost sounded as if he were telling someone how to sabotage an engine, without the sabotage being detected.
    How odd. Was he involved in some kind of criminal activity? And if so, why? He wasn’t