Bearly Living: Foxhollow Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) Read Online Free PDF

chocolate sprinkles in her hand and transferred them to her mouth. After several thoughtful crunches, she winked. “No. If you’re happy, I’m happy. After all, it’s not like you are from here and a part of the drama. But maybe scrub down with donut batter after you’re around him so Dad doesn’t pick up on his scent.”
    “ And you got weirder.” She flicked a few spilled sprinkles across the counter at her cousin. For the first time in as far back as she could remember since moving to Foxhollow the mood between them was equally light.
    A tap at the back door drew them out of their giggles. Bobbie opened the door just enough to stick out her face. “Can I help you?”
    Grant leaned against the door jam. A sexy half-smile played at his lips. “I’m done painting the wall Magenta Mist. The bush planes will see your donut shop from ten miles out.”
    “Mission accomplished. How would you like to be repaid for all your hard work?”
    He reached through the door and tugged on the apron strap tied at her waist. “By licking chocolate syrup off every inch of your body.”
    Imaginative. Grant continued to surprise her. “That could get sticky.”
    Another tug of the apron strap, and it fell in a puddle of cloth at her feet. “I hope so.”
    “Enhanced hearing, people,” Samantha shouted. Her tone was only partly teasing.
    Grant’s smile changed to a concerned frown.
    Bobbie stepped through the door into the alley. After she shut it tightly behind her, she placed her arms around Grant’s neck. She nuzzled the scruff already growing back under his chin. “Don’t worry. Samantha won’t say anything. You know, I kinda like having a secret lover.”
    “I like being called your lover, but you owe me a one for one, remember? Wear hiking boots tonight. And plenty of unscented bug spray.”
    The man had perfect timing if his intent was to slaughter the sexy mood. She allowed her arms to flop to her sides. A business woman of her word, she refused to back down from a deal. “Fine. I’ll meet you around the corner same time as last night.”
    She pivoted and returned to the kitchen, slamming the door behind her.
    “The atmosphere turned moody awful fast.” Samantha finished off the chocolate sprinkles and began working on the crushed shortbread cookies. At this rate they’d have no toppings to add to all the donuts she’d baked earlier in the day.
    Bobbie slapped a metal mixing bowl on the counter. “He doesn’t get it. I don’t want to become ‘one with the bear’ or whatever mantra stuff he has in mind. Why can’t we just have a good time? I haven’t felt this calm in years. The good times are what I need.”
    “Why don’t you tell him that?” Samantha helped by measuring out the basic ingredients for plain cake donuts.
    Bobbie added a dollop of sour cream and milk. “Because that may be the end of my good times. And from what I’ve already experienced, they are going to be phenomenally good.”
    Samantha took the bowl from her and used a wooden spoon to fold the mixture together. The crease between her eyebrows deepened. “If it’s just good times —and we have got to stop calling it that—why can’t you find someone else to fill that void? Alaska is bear country. There’s no shortage of horny shifters willing to help you solve your problem.”
    The question shouldn’t have given her pause. Was he the only man who could cure her savage beast? The last couple of non-bear guys she’d dated had done more to aggravate her than satiate her. And she didn’t want to test out other shifters. Grant knew the exact buttons to push. She finally shrugged. “There’s something different about him.”
    “You know, it’s been an entire day without a prank.” Samantha bopped her head along with a fast-paced country song.
    Bobbie took the bowl from Samantha and dipped a finger in the batter. After a quick taste, she added a dash more salt. “I’m a little disappointed the terrible twins of disaster