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rather amusing. I mean, what’s a guy to think when the woman he’s kissing passes out?!
    I knew she was a light-weight when it came to alcohol once she’d made her way through the second stout. But, it was her home, her beer and who was I to prevent her from ending a shitty afternoon and evening the way she wanted to end it. I mean, jail can suck, right?
    So, I’d just decided that I’d do what any decent guy would do, and adult-babysit until she made her way to sleepy-time.
    Her and I locking lips had just been the unexpected, icing on the cake. A rather delicious taste of what the future held for us if I played this right.
    Sitting there, eating breakfast, the best I could make, with her recouping from her hangover, I felt that sweetness passing backing and forth between us. She was clutching at and nursing her big mug of coffee as if her very life depended on it.
    Deciding not to poke the bear, so to speak, I ate in silence and pulled my MacBook over to peruse it while having breakfast.
    She ate cautiously at first, but then her hunger caught up with her. I caught her eyeing me judiciously at times, but it was the good kind. The pensive look of someone who’s waking up to the reality of a shared and mutual attraction. I simply waited.
    Ultimately, I’d be the complete gentleman. There was only one way to proceed. I’d clean up our meal, tell her I was heading out to finish the edit and that I’d connect with her as soon as I was done. I’d allow for a couple of days to pass. Allow her enough time to wrap her head around the idea of there being mutually shared attraction between us.
    For me, this felt natural. I’d come to Boston with a purpose in mind. Circumstance and instinct had both brought me here and kicked it into gear.
    There was just the issue of me being a shifter.
    A bear shifter, that would need to be revealed. Shared and exposed. I needed to be cautious in how I went about it.
    As it was, I’d never gotten used to being the wrecking ball to someone’s reality. Hell, half the time it happened entirely accidentally and most tossed it up to temporary insanity or a strange trip. Blame it on the mushrooms in their burger they’d eaten at lunch or whatever it took for them to be able to push it aside, deep into their mind, and far, far away. Never to be pulled out.
    That was how it worked for my kind. We could count on humanity’s inability to grasp or fathom that the supernatural, the paranormal was a reality. One that they were conveniently protected from at a great cost.
    With Cassidy, or Cass, as I was already calling her by – I wanted to be upfront, honest, and open straight from the get-go. I didn’t want to have any secrets between the two of us. There were a few things I needed to tell her.
    First, that I had been married and divorced.
    Second, that once this edit was done, she’d need to fire me since I was romantically interested in her.
    Third, that I was a grizzly-bear shifter from the Rocky Mountains region and seeking a mate.
    The first two would be reasonably easy, the last one though… I needed to figure out a way to go about it. But how?
    How indeed…
     

Needs
    (( Song by Collective Soul ))
    All around me I see what weakness has made
Too much tomorrow I think I'll take all today
Am I a poison am I a thorn in the side
Am I a picture perfect subject tonight
    I don't need nobody
I don't need the weight of words
To find the way
To crash on through
    I don't need nobody
I just need to learn the depth
Or doubt of faith to fall into
Here I slumber to awaken my daze
I find convenience in this savior I save
Am I a prison am I a source of dire news
Am I a picture perfect reason for you
    I don't need nobody
I don't need the weight of words
To find the way
To crash on through
I don't need nobody
    I just need to learn the depth
Or doubt of faith to fall into
In this time of substitute
It's my needs I've answered to (all the while)
And the hopes that I invest
Turns to signals of distress