Scottish Werebear: A Second Chance: A BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Scottish Werebears Book 6) by Lorelei Moone Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Lorelei Moone
the table between them and shook her head again.
James' protective instincts kicked in. He couldn't very well invite her along to Eric's place, but he could make sure that she was safe and comfortable.
He pulled out his wallet again and took out a few notes.
"Whoa, I don't want your money!" Charlie protested.
"Just find yourself a decent hotel somewhere at least!" James insisted.
She looked at the money and up into his eyes again. "I'll pay you back."
James smiled. "Sure. If that's what you want."
"Yes, that's what I want," Charlie spoke resolutely.
She finally accepted the money, her fingers brushing past his in the process. The first time they'd touched, the sensation had been intense. This time, it was even stronger.
James looked into her eyes and knew she felt it too.
Everything seemed to be falling apart around them, and yet his instincts told him to make her his. Of course, she hadn't forgiven him for what he'd done; for leaving her. He hadn't forgiven himself either.
James couldn't stop his mind from racing as they said their goodbyes. He wasn't sure how they'd ended up running into one another today, in what seemed to be a strange city for both of them. It had to be fate, as silly as that sounded.
She represented his one regret in life. He'd never even looked at another woman the way he was looking at her now.
They nodded at each other awkwardly and mumbled their goodbyes. Just as well they hadn't shaken hands or hugged; he wouldn't have been able to let her go.
This wasn't goodbye. He was certain he'd see Charlie again, and he wouldn't have to wait for ten years this time.
"Henry," James greeted his leader as the latter opened the door to Eric's flat.
"James. We have a lot of work to do."
James nodded and stepped inside.
"You've seen the Sons protest?" James asked. The flickering TV in the corner of the living room suggested his question was superfluous.
"He was good, wasn't he?" Gail, who sat on one of the sofas, asked. "I still can't believe we'd never heard of this guy..."
"Yes, he was. Their rhetoric has always been seductive. A certain proportion of the populace will identify with it." James took off his coat and pulled up a chair.
"You know what they say," Henry said. "Know your enemy."
Except for Henry, Gail, and Eric, there were a few new faces in their midst. Members of the London crew.
"So what's our next step?" Eric asked, looking at Henry expectantly.
"Our plan has been to educate from the start. We'll have to step it up if we want to avoid pushing people towards the Sons."
"They had names, pictures. Do we have a list of our own?" James asked. "I know we had some files over at Blacke's office of deaths and abductions which potentially linked back to the Sons, but they were far from complete."
Henry leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands. "The Glasgow office certainly did when I was in charge. I'm pretty sure the Edinburgh office had quite a collection too. I'll check in with Jamie." He sat up straight again and looked in Eric's direction.
"Can you reach out to anyone you might know in the London Alliance for this information? Perhaps someone who might be on the fence about whether to continue following Blacke? If the Sons ramp up their activities, it'll be bad for all of us anyway."
Eric nodded and got up to make the call.
James, meanwhile, pulled out his notes on Blacke and started to strategize. Education was definitely the only way forward. "How's our web campaign doing?" he asked.
"I'll get Kyle's report within the hour," Henry responded.
"And we might as well bring all this up tomorrow," James suggested. Whatever happened, they still
did
have a meeting with the Home Secretary's people in the morning.
"Actually, what we need the most," James thought aloud, "is a face. Someone with real skin in the game. Someone who has lost someone perhaps... Someone sympathetic."
James looked up at Henry, who returned his gaze. "Alison," both spoke together.
"Do you think
James' protective instincts kicked in. He couldn't very well invite her along to Eric's place, but he could make sure that she was safe and comfortable.
He pulled out his wallet again and took out a few notes.
"Whoa, I don't want your money!" Charlie protested.
"Just find yourself a decent hotel somewhere at least!" James insisted.
She looked at the money and up into his eyes again. "I'll pay you back."
James smiled. "Sure. If that's what you want."
"Yes, that's what I want," Charlie spoke resolutely.
She finally accepted the money, her fingers brushing past his in the process. The first time they'd touched, the sensation had been intense. This time, it was even stronger.
James looked into her eyes and knew she felt it too.
Everything seemed to be falling apart around them, and yet his instincts told him to make her his. Of course, she hadn't forgiven him for what he'd done; for leaving her. He hadn't forgiven himself either.
James couldn't stop his mind from racing as they said their goodbyes. He wasn't sure how they'd ended up running into one another today, in what seemed to be a strange city for both of them. It had to be fate, as silly as that sounded.
She represented his one regret in life. He'd never even looked at another woman the way he was looking at her now.
They nodded at each other awkwardly and mumbled their goodbyes. Just as well they hadn't shaken hands or hugged; he wouldn't have been able to let her go.
This wasn't goodbye. He was certain he'd see Charlie again, and he wouldn't have to wait for ten years this time.
"Henry," James greeted his leader as the latter opened the door to Eric's flat.
"James. We have a lot of work to do."
James nodded and stepped inside.
"You've seen the Sons protest?" James asked. The flickering TV in the corner of the living room suggested his question was superfluous.
"He was good, wasn't he?" Gail, who sat on one of the sofas, asked. "I still can't believe we'd never heard of this guy..."
"Yes, he was. Their rhetoric has always been seductive. A certain proportion of the populace will identify with it." James took off his coat and pulled up a chair.
"You know what they say," Henry said. "Know your enemy."
Except for Henry, Gail, and Eric, there were a few new faces in their midst. Members of the London crew.
"So what's our next step?" Eric asked, looking at Henry expectantly.
"Our plan has been to educate from the start. We'll have to step it up if we want to avoid pushing people towards the Sons."
"They had names, pictures. Do we have a list of our own?" James asked. "I know we had some files over at Blacke's office of deaths and abductions which potentially linked back to the Sons, but they were far from complete."
Henry leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands. "The Glasgow office certainly did when I was in charge. I'm pretty sure the Edinburgh office had quite a collection too. I'll check in with Jamie." He sat up straight again and looked in Eric's direction.
"Can you reach out to anyone you might know in the London Alliance for this information? Perhaps someone who might be on the fence about whether to continue following Blacke? If the Sons ramp up their activities, it'll be bad for all of us anyway."
Eric nodded and got up to make the call.
James, meanwhile, pulled out his notes on Blacke and started to strategize. Education was definitely the only way forward. "How's our web campaign doing?" he asked.
"I'll get Kyle's report within the hour," Henry responded.
"And we might as well bring all this up tomorrow," James suggested. Whatever happened, they still
did
have a meeting with the Home Secretary's people in the morning.
"Actually, what we need the most," James thought aloud, "is a face. Someone with real skin in the game. Someone who has lost someone perhaps... Someone sympathetic."
James looked up at Henry, who returned his gaze. "Alison," both spoke together.
"Do you think
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