A Taste of Honeybear Wine (BBW Bear Shifter Standalone Romance Novel) (Bearfield Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

from sighing in appreciation. If Netflix had a show that was just this man, like, breathing and shrugging and turning slightly this way and that, she would never ever leave the TV. It was hypnotic. The tingle in her toes and lips was increasing. It was almost a shiver now.  
    “Did you know my grandfather?”
    “Not really. We’d spoken a few times. He came by my shop once or twice, when he needed something. But he kept to himself. I think Major Joe was the only one he really had any contact with in town.”
    “Major Joe?”
    “He’s our postman. Your grandpa did a lot of mail business.” Michael shrugged again, his beautiful muscles bunching and rolling hypnotically. “Are you seeing anyone?”
    “Excuse me?” An intense heat burned in Alison’s face. And in her blood. And everywhere else, too. She felt too hot, too dizzy. Just being near this man was making her drunk.
    “I’m not seeing anyone, in case you were curious.” His smile faded and his entire being took on a serious cast. Alison had the feeling of suddenly being sized up as prey by some wild animal. Her mouth went dry. She wanted to run far away, as fast as she could. She wanted to drop to the ground and pretend to be dead. She wanted to kneel down before him and lick her way up his thighs.
    By trade, Alison was a field botanist. She’d worked for a pharmaceutical firm for a few years out of college, before layoffs and the recession cost her the job. She’d specialized in creeping around the woods, searching for heirloom varieties of herbs. More than once she’d been so busy, lying on her belly in the mud, examining the leaves of some plant, that she hadn’t heard the approach of a big predator. She’d faced down wolves and mountain lions in California, gators in Missouri, and once a panther in Florida. The same prickling sensation that had alerted her all too late to the animals was tiptoeing down her spine as she faced Michael.
    As pretty as the man was, he was dangerous. He was naked and in her home. The spell he’d cast over her broke. She still felt a molten attraction to the man, but something about him clearly wasn’t right.
    Normal men don’t break into homes naked. Or at all, really.
    What exactly were you doing here?” Alison asked.
    “I was scouting your grandpa’s house before the auction. Trying to find the best things so I could bid accordingly.”
    “There’s not going to be an auction,” Alison said.
    “Well, yeah, I know that now. You really should have responded to the attorney’s inquiries.”
    “I don’t know anything about that. But if he contacted my mother, she would have ignored him. She hates attorneys.”
    “I don’t like wearing pants,” Michael said. “I still do it. Sometimes.” There was something in his eyes. Something he wasn’t telling her. Alison fixed him with her stare, the gun still held in her hands. “Okay, yeah, there’s something else. Your grandpa, he has something that belongs to my family. A pendant in the shape of a bear carved from basalt. It’s rough looking, but important to us.”
    “Sentimental value?” Alison asked. She knew that people too often made that claim to disguise actual value. And if she could find treasure to sell in the house, she could get out from under her mother’s thumb and maybe, if she was lucky, convert the farmhouse into the brewery she’d been imagining.
    “Sentimental? I guess. But mostly I want it because it’s magic.” He said it calmly, as if he was saying the sky was blue or that tacos were his favorite food.
    “Magic?”
    “Magic.”
    Alison sighed. “Why are the pretty ones always crazy?”
    “You think I’m pretty?” Michael grinned back at her. Why wasn’t he cold? Alison was freezing and she was fully dressed and wearing a sweater.
    “Have you seen you? You know you’re pretty. Even worse, you’re annoyingly pretty.” Alison tried to shrug but her finger slipped and the shotgun roared to life in her hands, bucking and