Maggie's Wolves, Part Three: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

share of the land knowing the buyer intended to develop it. A big resort neighborhood right in our backyard. It’s why we’re considering moving now.”
    “Oh.” She could see what Eli meant. She couldn’t imagine Case ever screwing anyone over like that, especially not family.
    Eli turned to toss the diced pepper and onion into a heated pan, and Jack said, “In the meantime there’s no one close enough to stop us from running on our old territory. The weather’s clear today. I can take you out to see it if you like.”
    Reluctantly, she shook her head. “I can’t shift.”
    “That’s what snowmobiles are for,” Jack said. “We run a wilderness adventure business, and all of our customers are human. We don’t really slow down much in the winter. Snowmobiling. Skiing. Anything you want to do, we can make happen.” He stopped and a complicated expression crossed his face. “I know you don’t know me, but I’m good at my job. I won’t let anything happen to you out there.”
    It would be good to get outside in the fresh air. She’d never liked being cooped up for long. “I’ve never ridden on a snowmobile before.”
    Eli grabbed the egg mixture and gave Jack a warning look. “Case wants everyone to stick close to the house.”
    “We won’t go far.”
    Eli held Jack’s gaze for a long moment, but Jack didn’t back down. His jaw firmed and Maggie’s wolf, silent all morning, lifted her head in interest.
    Jack turned to her. “What do you say, Maggie? Are you in?”
    She nodded. “I’m in.”

Chapter Four
    After finishing breakfast, Jack took her out to the garage where they stored their large equipment. This garage was separate from the one attached to the house where they parked the cars. Maggie paused in the dark doorway while Jack reached over and flipped a switch on the wall. Fluorescent bulbs flickered once and then steadied, revealing a masculine toy store the likes of which she’d never seen.
    The snowmobiles were parked in front, facing a large overhead door. They’d obviously been used more recently than the ATV’s and kayaks that were stored neatly in the back. There was an entire wall lined with pegboard holding various fishing supplies. Racks of skiing equipment, camping and climbing gear. She’d always wanted to go rock climbing, but she’d never had friends to try it with or the money to pay an instructor.
    She walked down the long aisle through the center of the building, silent and amazed. When she reached the middle, she turned and spread her arms. “You know how to use all of this?”
    Jack nodded. “My family was big into outdoors play. Most wolves are. What do you like to do?”
    “I have no idea. I’ve never been skiing, or kayaking. White water rafting, any of it.” She smiled at his appalled expression. “I like to go hiking. I’ve spent a lot of time in the woods. Sometimes it’s nice to hike in human form.”
    He tipped his head to one side, considering. “Your wolf probably doesn’t like that much.”
    “It wasn’t always convenient for me to take wolf form. Aunt Tildy moved us to the city when I was young. It wasn’t until after she died that I moved back up here, closer to the cabin.”
    “I see.” He looked as if he wanted to say more, but then changed his mind. He reached behind him to hit a button on the wall and waved her over as the chains on the garage door started to move. “Come on, let’s get you some gear.”
    Jack led her to a rack holding coats and bibs of all sizes. Behind it were shelves of boots and goggles and helmets. He guessed her size right off the bat, but she supposed that wasn’t hugely surprising. He probably had a lot of experience at this, and he had seen all of her.
    She blushed, remembering Jack’s hands on her hips. His mouth on her neck. His cock moving inside her. Last night seemed like a dream. The man standing beside her was still a stranger. Only, he remembered too. She could see it in his eyes as they met hers. He