Beck (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey Book 4) by Becca Fanning Read Free Book Online Page A

bushes about three feet high. Then, to her amazement, he began to transform.

    She didn’t see much beyond the shrinking of the bear’s huge form, but she heard the pants and cries of strain that followed. There was a cracking sound that shook Jane’s stomach a little, but after that, she heard fumbling and the rustling of leaves. Then, after a moment, Hart popped up in the center of the bush. His torso was bare, and Jane couldn’t help her eyes from roving down his chest, following the dark blonde trail of hair that made a line on his stomach.  

    “Sorry about that,” Hart said with a light chuckle. “Gimme a second to throw these clothes on.”

    The bag made sense then. It had looked ridiculous across the huge back of a bear, and it looked even sillier on Hart, with its too-long strap making it drag on the floor. But the bag had contained his ranger’s uniform, which he quickly slipped into before stepping out of the bush. He even had shoes to put on. Crazy as the whole thing was, Jane sort of admired his forethought and organization. It was the kind of thing she would have done if she had to shift from one form to another.

    “I didn’t realize they’d send you,” Jane said awkwardly.

    Hart gave her a winning grin.

    “It made sense,” he explained, “since I already had your scent from earlier.”

    “My… scent?” Jane replied.

    Hart stepped closer, and Jane felt the heat from his body as he leaned towards her face. At the last moment, his head deviated to the left and he took a deep breath near to her neck.  

    “Carnations,” he mused, “very unusual. You’ve filled the air with beauty for miles.”

    It was a strange, poetic thing to say, and Jane had no idea how to respond to it. All she could do was grin, which seemed to flush Hart’s face with a pinkish glow. He let out that little chuckle again in a burst of nerves.

    “Well, I’d better get you back,” he mused. “Unless, you want me to find your friend? I think I frightened her a little.”

    “Friend?” Jane queried, and then she remembered the woman. “Oh, no, she wasn’t-”  

    She paused there, sudden remembrance hitting her. The sight of Hart, she realized with some alarm, had totally thrown her mind out of sync. Not a good problem to have at all.

    “That lady told me that there are some fellas growing pot here in the park,” Jane began.

    Hart’s grin fell, his face turned serious. As they walked, Jane told him what she had discovered, even though she wished she could have spoken of happier things.

“I just can’t believe this is necessary,” Jane said, almost in a gasp, “I mean, he’s fifteen days old.”

    “Dietrich and I talked about it a lot before he was born,” Elise explained. “I’m ready. It’ll be good for him, for his strength, I’m sure of it.”

    Baby Isaak was settled in a wicker basket crib that was way too big for him. The crib was circular and lined with comfy blankets, at least eight feet in diameter. Surrounding the baby were his closest family, whom Jane had gradually been introduced to as the day wore on. Dietrich stood tall and proud beside Elise, his dark features glowing with pride as he gazed upon his son. Beside him was his brother, Ben, equally dark and handsome, standing hand-in-hand with his wife Layla. She had a baby bump of her own to pat down gently, and the sight of it gave Jane that wistful feeling once more.

    “Are we late?” said another voice at the doorway. “Dammit, I knew we were late. I would have bet you-”

    “Kurt,” said a second voice warningly. “Shush. You’ll upset the baby.”

    The voices belonged to Kurt Best, Hart’s little brother, and his girlfriend Stacey. The couple shuffled up to the circumference of the basket, cowed into silence by the occasion. They took up a place beside a wise old woman, who was beaming at the child below her with great admiration. She was Anina, grandmother to all five of the Best boys, and the matriarch of