Aaron: Mating Fever (Rocked by the Bear Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

behind the sofa, and it reminds me of something one would see at a campfire. When he places the strap around his neck I notice it’s worn, and I wonder how long he’s had the instrument.
    I glance down at the drum that is just as tattered. Aaron motions for me to sit in a chair and says, “Use your palms and maintain a steady beat.”
    Alternating my hands, I tap. “Good,” says Aleck. “Now do it at this tempo.” He drums with his hands on the piano bench, and I mimic the speed.
    Aaron says, “Not bad for a sorority girl.” I smile back but don’t speak because I’m busy concentrating on the beat. He says, “Don’t think so much.”
    I frown. “I don’t want to do it wrong.”
    “Feel it, Olivia,” says Aaron. “As if you’re dancing.”
    I frown but close my eyes to imagine moving to a song. It does get easier, and I relax a little when Aaron starts to strum. He plays a version of the music we heard before, and Aleck joins in on the piano. I notice how the tune repeats itself, but each time Aaron adds something different. Aleck seems to be listening to the changes, and his pencil scratches every once in a while between him playing various versions too.
    The music begins to fill me as I relax into my methodic movements, and I find that I’m enjoying myself. I’m so into it that when a voice begins to sing I jump and miss a beat. I glance over and see one of the female band members has entered the room. Her voice gives me goose bumps as she makes up lyrics on the fly.
    “I walk in the house, and what do I see? Aaron’s got a girl who rocks it like we.” She winces, and I think it’s because of her bad grammar, before she continues. “With hair all aflame, I know she’s the one. To keep our boy, staying at home.”
    Aaron stops playing and says, “Okay, break time.”
    I grin. “Oh, come on. It was just getting interesting.”
    The dark-haired girl trains her vivid green eyes on me to say, “Hi. I’m Nessa.”
    “Olivia. Nice to meet you.”
    A third blond brother enters the room. “Hey. I’m Adrian.” He sits next to Aaron and takes the guitar. He begins to strum and says to me, “So you’re the sorority girl, right? We’re looking forward to playing for you.”
    “Thank you.” I smile and glance at Aaron. Apparently it’s already a done deal and our date wasn’t necessary. I ask, “You sure you’re okay with Aaron offering you up for free? I know it’s not a lot, but I do have money in the budget to pay you.”
    Aleck says, “It’s fine. We’re happy to do it for nothing so you can send more money to the children.”
    “I appreciate it. Thank you.”
    The sound of the front door opening carries to us, and I look over when two more people enter the room. They introduce themselves as Ginny, a triplet sister of Nessa, and the fourth Lindquist brother, Andre. Now we fill the space as Ginny seats herself next to Aleck by the piano and Andre reaches behind the couch for another guitar that might be in worse condition than the first. Aaron grabs drumsticks that I think were stuffed under the couch cushion and comes to sit on the floor by my feet. Paper flutters as Aleck hands a yellow notepad to Nessa.
    I ask Aaron, “Do you want the drum?”
    He leans back against my legs to gaze up at me, and my insides flutter at the physical contact. “Nope. You’re the beat.” He twirls a drumstick through his fingers as he says, “I’m going to add the flair.” He taps out a rapid flurry of sound on the wood floor to show off.
    Nessa comes to sit on the arm of the chair I’m in, and she speaks softly. “Before moving to Maine these guys had next to nothing. Aaron’s more comfortable drumming on random objects.”
    Aleck claps his hands once and says, “Olivia, give us a beat.”
    My heart is in my throat, but I swallow down my nerves as I begin to play. Everyone joins in quickly, and I watch in amazement as the music flows. It’s a never-ending song as the melody travels in a large