Sold To The Bears (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) by Amira Rain, Simply Shifters Read Free Book Online Page B

well, but a bit of a different personality. A bit less serious. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He'd also make an excellent husband. Maybe for a young woman who likes a strong man but with a bit more humor.
     
    “I know both he and Grant are ready to settle down. Have children. Each of them is ready to have a life mate. And just judging by the little glances they were both giving you, little glances that their Aunt Mil could clearly tell were looks of intense interest, I think each of them would be quite pleased to be chosen by you. So, no sense in dragging it out. We'll all have brunch together, and then after, I'll expect an answer from you."
     
    "But I said I refuse to make a choice, and I haven't changed my-"
     
    "No more for right now. We're done talking about this subject. We'll talk again after brunch."
     
    Grant wasn't the only commanding member of the Black family. Something about Mil's tone wouldn't let me say another word, despite the fact that I was just itching to.
     
    After picking up the pitcher and coming around to the side of the bar where I was sitting, Mil immediately changed gears, her strong, resonant voice definitely softer than it had been a few moments previously. "I'm not sure what kind of a life you've had in Stony Rapids, Lila, and though I'm sure you're probably not ready to discuss it, I can imagine, just from things I've heard about the wolves, that your life hasn't been entirely free from pain.
     
    “You've maybe even experienced a lot of pain. Maybe you've experienced things you'll want to share later, or maybe never, which is fine. But I just want to let you know that I'm a woman who has experienced pain, too, so I can relate. And anytime that you'd like to talk to me, about any pain you've experienced in the past, or anything else at all, I'll be here to talk." 
     
    With a surprising little ache in my chest, I moved my head in a slight nod, and she continued.
     
    "I lost my husband seven years ago, and my brother, who was Grant, Adrian, and Samuel's father, passed away only six months later. Their mother, who was not only my sister-in-law, but my very best friend, passed away not even a month after that. I've experienced pain and loss. Grief is familiar to me now, and it doesn't scare me. Not even when I see it in the eyes of someone I've just met. So, just to let you know...as you adjust to your new life here...I have two listening ears."
     
    I didn't know if it was the quite large vodka shot and then the Bloody Mary I'd had, but I was suddenly very confused. I was becoming more and more convinced that Mil was a genuine, sincere person and wasn't playing any sort of a strange game. But instead of heartening me, this just made me anxious. I felt like I was losing my bearings a bit. Like I wasn't sure what was what anymore.
     
    However, one thing I knew for certain. Whether Mil could be trusted or not, her two nephews definitely could not be. Maybe Mil didn't know about the attack on Gray and Estelle. Maybe she'd had nothing to do with it. I knew it was possible. But I still found it quite im possible that Grant and Adrian didn't know anything about it, hadn't participated in it, at least one of them. And because of this, I was determined not to let my guard down around them.
     
    Just then, with two small boys on their heels, they reentered the large room. Mil announced that a breakfast casserole in the oven was almost done, then asked if I'd like to freshen up before brunch and directed me to a bathroom down the hall. I was more than grateful for the brief escape. Just seeing Grant and Adrian again, with their handsome faces, dark hair, and jeans hanging low on their slim hips, had made my heart pound.
     
    Brunch was fairly uneventful. I didn't say much and only responded when directly spoken to. I was however, polite. I met Mil's daughter, Fiona, who was a young woman about my age, Mil's teenage son, Bennett, and Samuel's two young sons, Brandon and Martin. There was also a