Bearly Living: Foxhollow Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) by Kizzie Waller Read Free Book Online

We’d be hearing screams instead. But it doesn’t matter. Our land is a safe haven for all animals. Those men don’t have any right to be here.”
    “What are you going to do? They have guns.”
    Grant pulled her into a trot. “They aren’t leaving here with that bear. I’m going to drop you off at the cabin and then come back for them.”
    “Don’t you have someone you can call? Please don’t do this by yourself. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
    “I’ll text Ray and see if he can head out here.” Grant slowed enough to text, and then they returned to their fast pace.
    After about thirty minutes, Ray pulled into the drive. As he walked to the front porch, his face twisted in what could only be called disdain. “What’s she doing here?”
    Grant met him at the bottom steps. “Now isn’t the time to worry about it.”
    Ray cut his suspicious gaze to her, and she shivered at the metaphorical ice he threw her way.
    “Not very loyal to Caroline,” he finally said.
    Grant rubbed a hand over his face. “We can’t hate an entire family over something that happened six months ago.”
    Ray held his ground. “You tell mom that. They are still paying off a wedding that didn’t take place. She’s part of that family, and she needs to leave.”
    Bobbie stomped off the steps and stood in front of Grant. “He’s right. I should go. I don’t want to get tangled up in any of this bear business or this stupid family feud.”
    Grant blew out a hard breath. “It’s probably best you go back to town. Take my truck, and I’ll get the keys from you later.”
    Bobbie didn’t want any more trouble. She didn’t want to cause problems. Unshed tears blurred her vision as she held out her hand. The onslaught of emotion confused her even more. She wasn’t supposed to care if he agreed with her leaving. “I’ll place them under the mat in front of the hardware store. There’s no reason to stop by.”
    “If that’s what you want, fine,” he said.
    “Fine,” she repeated.
    Grant motioned to Ray. “Let’s go.”
    Bobbie could hear them trot off into the woods, but she didn’t watch them go. This wasn’t her life.

 
     
     
Chapter Six
     
     
    “Whoa, sour face. Are you okay? I thought things were going well when you didn’t come home last night.” Samantha occupied a chair at one of the café tables digging through the stack of paperwork in front of her.
    Bobbie rubbed her hands over her tired eyes. All she’d wanted was to escape the bear, and all Grant’s actions made it clear the bear was his life. She couldn’t see herself in that life. Could she? Add the problem of the family feud, and there was no way to make it work. “I made a mistake. It’s not going to work out with Grant.”
    “How’s the anger issue?” she asked.
    “Fine, I guess.” Bobbie paced in front of the plate glass window, peering up and down the street. Did she expect to see Grant coming through the front door? Of course not. He’d only ever snuck up to the back. That small interaction spoke volumes about their relationship. If it could even be called a relationship. She kicked a chair leg and blew out a heavy sigh. He was pro-bear, and she was anti-bear. Their families didn’t get along. The best time to call it quits would be before their affair morphed into something deeper. Something she wouldn’t be able to let go of at the end of summer.
    Who was she kidding? Things had pushed past the point of no return when they’d made love on the blanket out in the woods that first night. Otherwise she wouldn’t be pacing at a window wishing with every breath to catch a glimpse of him. She should’ve stood up to Ray at the cabin, and she should’ve had Grant’s back when he went out to confront the poachers. The anger ball growing in the pit of her stomach calmed with her admission. Bear or no bear, she needed Grant.
    “Want to do some more test batches? Dad came in this morning and ate the last three dozen.”
    Bobbie