Big Bear Trouble: BBW Werebear Shapeshifter Romance (Sweetwater Brides) by Anya Nowlan, Rory Dale Read Free Book Online

I’ll starve on my own,” Evan said, scooping some eggs and bacon onto a plate and placing them in front of Karen. She inhaled everything within minutes.
    “S’good,” she got out between bites and Evan let out a low laugh.
    “Guess you really worked up an appetite last night,” he said, getting himself a plate of food and sitting down opposite her.
    “Sure did,” Karen smiled. “You got like some mouthwash or something? I’d like to kiss you soon but I’m feeling real gross,” she said before gulping down the last of her OJ.
    “Feel free to rummage around in my bathroom. Then we can go to Joe’s and get your stuff,” Evan smiled, excited by the thought of Karen spending her nights in his bed.
    “So you were serious about that,” Karen mused, more a statement than a question.
    “I was. I don’t want to waste any more time being away from you,” he said, feeling the bear inside him stir in agreement.
    “Let’s go for it, then,” Karen nodded.
    It was another beautiful day and Evan and Karen decided to walk to Joe’s. She didn’t have that much stuff anyway, and Evan could carry her suitcase easily. They took the scenic route through the little park in the town center.
    Since it was a Monday, not many people were out and about. A figure stood at the far side of the park, oddly still and facing them. The build seemed like that of a man, but the face was obscured by a dark hood drawn low over his face.
    “Who hides in a black hoodie on a day like this,” Evan mused aloud.
    His predatory instincts stirred, telling him he was being watched. Karen shifted her gaze to align with his.
    “I guess it is a little weird… Hmm, there’s something a little familiar…” she said, squinting in the sunlight.
    The figure turned around and started walking hastily away from them.
    “Never mind,” Karen finished. “I think I’m imagining things,” she concluded with a nervous laugh.
    They arrived at Bluejay’s and made their way to the back office to see Joe. He was sitting at his table, only the top of his head peeking out from behind the mountains of files.
    “Hey, Joe, how’s it going?” Evan asked.
    “How does it look like it’s going,” Joe sighed. “I just don’t even know where to begin.”
    “Well, you could start by separating your accounting records from your bank records. See, your deposit slips are mixed in with your income statements,” Karen suggested, pointing at some papers flying around Joe’s desk.
    The man looked at her as if she’d just flown down from heaven.
    “You know about this stuff?” he said, eyes sparkling.
    “Sure, with enough nine to fives, you’re bound to pick things up,” Karen smiled.
    “But that’s not actually what we’re here about,” Evan interjected. “Karen’s here to pack up her stuff, she’s going to be staying with me from now on,” he said, pride in his voice.
    “Great, great,” Joe waived him off. “But I’ve just had the best idea.”
    Evan groaned. This was never good.
    “Instead of paying for the room, why doesn’t Karen just help me a bit with this madness here,” Joe winked.
    Before Evan could protest, Karen had already chirped, “Sure!” and plopped herself down on the chair next to Joe.
    “This was supposed to be a vacation,” Evan reminded her.
    “I’m plenty rested and I can’t stand just sitting around with my hands in my lap,” Karen said. “Plus he really needs my help,” she added, whispering.
    I can think of a few other places you could keep your hands, he thought, leaving it to himself.
    “Alright then, I have some pack matters I need to take care of, anyways. Call me when you’re done here and we can pack up your stuff.”
    Karen let out a half-hearted, “mhm”, already engrossed in the documents in front of her.
    Evan went back to his apartment and jumped in his truck. He took the back roads only their family knew about, weaving through the thick forest on the outskirts of town. In about fifteen