Bear Arms (Alpha Werebear Shapeshifter Romance) (Mating Call Dating Agency Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

triumphant way that reminded Dora of what Napoleon might’ve been like, had he used English swears. “I’m just gonna go and I’m gonna see what happens. And, hopefully, I’ll have one hell of a dirty story to tell you soon.”
    “Oh yeah?” Dora asked, giving her friend a fairly naughty set of bedroom eyes. “You think?”
    “I have to,” Eve said. “I’m gonna come up with a dirty story that’ll make those puffy squirrel cheeks of yours turn a beautiful shade of crimson.”
    Eve trotted back to her office, saying that she’d see Dora at her house around six for their traditional, though rarely enacted, pre-date ritual. Dora shouted back that she couldn’t wait.
    As soon as Eve’s door shut, Dora heard her on the phone, no doubt calling Lexie, or possibly that soldier bear she’d set her up with, to finalize plans. She let out a long, trailing sigh, and felt like the air escaping her lungs had been inside them for a month. “It’s about time,” she said under her breath. “I just hope this works.”
    She looked toward Eve’s door, and then down at her phone to see a cute, and slightly naughty message about what Monte was hoping to do to her after lunch. He ended the text with the words ‘afternoon delight’ which Dora chuckled at, knowing he was laughing too.
    “I just hope this works as well for you as it has for me,” she said with a slight twist to her words. She curled one side of her mouth into a smile. “Somehow, I think it will,” she said. “Somehow, I think it won’t be long before you’re getting naughty texts too. I doubt it’ll be very long before you have someone to hold you, someone to kiss you and do all the things you want him to do. If it isn’t this one, we’ll find you someone else. Me, Monte, Tenner, all the bears and the girls you’ve matched... we owe you, Evie, we owe you. And we’re not gonna let you down.”
    A half second later, the intercom on her desk fuzzed to life. “I hope so too,” Eve said.
    “What the—oh son of a bitch,” Dora blushed heavily and then laughed. “I had one of my binders on the button, didn’t I?”
    For a second, Eve was quiet, and then she coughed softly. “You... I wasn’t trying to make fun of you. It’s really hard for me to say anything remotely emotionally vulnerable, but you made me cry just now.”
    Dora sat there for a second, mouth open as she stared at the intercom. “I meant it,” she finally said. “Every last damn word. You deserve this.”
    “Not any more than anyone else,” Eve said. “But I meant it too. I don’t know if I’ve ever happy cried before. But,” she took a deep breath. “I think we both need to get back to work before we lose an entire day of match making to sitting around and crying like teenage girls.”
    “You know? Sometimes losing whole days to acting kinda silly might be a good thing,” Dora said, smiling to herself. “But yeah, I think you’re probably right. I love you Eve, I really do.”
    “Right there with you, girly,” Eve said. Dora could feel the warmth in her voice through the underlying static. “Er, I mean love you too.”
    The intercom clicked off, and Dora stared at it for a second, just letting her thoughts drift. As they did, she felt a warm trail run down her cheek, trace the line of her jaw and drip off her chin. A wet plop smudged the ink on the first piece of paper that lay on her desk. When she looked down and saw the number she’d written down months before; months that seemed like years.
    She traced the seven in Monte’s number with her index finger, pushing the tear around, and trying to remember why it was sitting there on her desk. For a few moments she wracked her brain, trying to remember what she was doing with that slip of paper. It took a few seconds before she flipped it over and it dawned on her that she’d used the other side of it to take down the information for someone she still had some work to do for.
    The name on the other side? Lexie