Bearly Loving: Foxhollow Den #2 (Alaskan Den Men Book 10) by Kizzie Waller Read Free Book Online Page A

stood in front of the stove, dipping gravy onto a plate with biscuits. He didn’t pause, his tone brisk. “Hurry up you two, before Cook comes back and catches us.”
    Samantha didn’t need a second prompting. She dropped Carter’s hand and rushed over to the plates. The breakfast leftovers sat under a heating lamp, and she piled her plate high with bacon, eggs, skillet potatoes, and biscuits. Not one to pass up gravy, she joined Dr. Holland at the stove, and he hefted the gravy on her plate. Carter followed suit, and soon the three of them stole out through the back door to a grassy area with a couple of picnic tables.
    Dr. Holland placed his food on the table, and she and Carter took the side opposite of him. For a few minutes they ate in silence, enjoying the homemade breakfast.
    Dr. Holland pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dragged it across his lips. Samantha braced herself for an onslaught of questions about the sneaking around and handholding.
    He cleared his throat, and she placed her fork on her plate. She nudged Carter with an elbow, and he did the same.
    “I’ve seen people in mediation fighting over child custody rights, dog ownership, and even the right to use a business name. So a dispute over land doesn’t surprise me. But I’ve done this long enough to know that your families aren’t fighting over land. There’s another issue keeping them from seeing eye-to-eye. Usually it’s hurt feelings over something small. Might be something big. What I do know is that if the two of you want to have a relationship that doesn’t require deception, I’d suggest you get to the bottom of the issue and resolve it.” He nodded at the both of them and grabbed his empty plate. He stood to leave. “I expect both of you to be at the meeting this afternoon.”
    Samantha smiled warmly at Dr. Holland, and Carter resumed eating his breakfast.
    Her doubt mingled with the silence.
    When Carter finished eating, he used his finger to trace a circle around the outside of her hand. “What would you like to do? Go to mediation and dig deeper into these family issues, or go upstairs and let me spend another hour or two on your breasts.”
    Want and need replaced the doubt. “Breasts win every time.”
     
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    Carter backed Samantha against the wall inside their room. He pushed her T-shirt up past her stomach. “You have an awful lot of purple shirts.”
    She mimicked his movements by pushing up the front of his shirt. “Bobbie makes me promo Total B.S. all the time. Purple is our color.”
    “How’d you guys come up with the name Total B.S.?”
    Her gaze locked on his, and she shoved him back toward the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her into his lap. “You’re going to laugh.”
    “Probably.” The pulse at her neck throbbed gently, and he placed a kiss on the spot. “But tell me anyway.”
    “It’s your fault, really. A couple of years ago, before all this drama, we were sitting around at Grant’s, I think, at one of the bonfires. I mentioned opening a donut shop someday, and you cut in, saying donuts would never sell in Alaska. I thought it was total bullshit. And now we have Total B.S.”
    “I really can be an asshole.”
    Her laughter had a trigger effect, and soon he joined in.
    “I know why you tease, why you act aloof,” she said.
    “I just said why. Asshole.”
    “Uh-uh. It’s because it keeps everyone at a distance.” Her voice whispered across his cheek.
    A long strand of hair escaped her bun and fell across her forehead. He pushed the strand behind her ear. He liked sharing these fun times with her, but he wasn’t so sure he liked her peering into his soul. Bears roamed. Shifters roamed. Hell, he could name fifty shifters he’d met who loved to roam.
    “Hey. I’m okay with not thinking about what comes next,” she said.
    “Are you really?”
    “Right now, right in this moment, I’m okay just being with you.” Her lips met his in a flurry and stopped any further