Romance: My Bear Boss: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Paranormal Shifter Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

She was bulky, yes. But she was strong and fit and big boned, and there was nothing wrong with that.
    If anything, Ingrid was rather pleased with the fact she had a little extra on her bones. It made her feel like she didn’t have to hide in salads when she really wanted to chow down on a burger in order to save face.
    “What I wouldn’t do for a burger right now, though.” She mused to herself, wistfully.
    The cabin was fully stocked and had all the lovely things to cook, but if there was any therapy Ingrid needed, it was probably in a big juicy burger.
    The sun was slightly lower in the sky after Ingrid made her final stumble over a rock. She nearly bit out a loud curse when she nearly landed on her face, but her irritation fell apart when she saw the telltale sign of a beach through the long figures of trees.
    Making a relieved noise, the young twenty seven year old scrambled back to her feet and stuffed the stupid map in her pocket.
    She paused over a sapling, quickly marking a large X with a red marker she kept in a back pocket, before nearly sprinting for the waterline.
    The beach wasn’t particularly fantastic, but it did gape open into a beautiful view and a very large and still lake. The water was practically untouched and wide enough to reflect the raging colors of the blue sky above and the scenery below it.
    For a solid minute, Ingrid was breathless and she caught herself vaguely wishing she was a photographer.
    After a few minutes, Ingrid began to walk along the edge of the beach, daring to near the water and breathing in its fresh scent. It was somewhat murky and she knew the moisture in the air would make her hair frazzle again, but there was a genuine contentment in her chest.
    “If only I had someone to share it with…” She muttered.
    Ten years alone does a lot to a person’s self esteem… but a few burgers should cheer her up.
    “First thing I’m doing when I head back home is getting Marl’s Jr.”
    Hurrying back to the space where she had broken out of, Ingrid fastened a few rocks into a little pyramid—to remind here where to head back—before sliding out of her ankle boots and socks.
    The sand was grainy and kind of hurt when she stepped but softened up considerably the closer she got to the edge where water lapped against the earth gently. She waded in, shivering when the water tugged its frosty kiss around her toes before reaching her ankles.
    Ingrid smiled to herself, before realizing that just several feet away a small school of minnows were darting away from where she entered.
    Beaming, she went after them, delighting in how her splashes sent them flashing away in displays of diamond turns before disappearing into the depths. This place was beautiful, and was easily becoming her favorite spot in the whole world.
    Something in the distance let out a loud crack then, and Ingrid startled forward, spooked. It sounded like a thick branch being torn apart and it echoed around the edges of nature.
    What the hell…?
    Pushing away from the water, Ingrid waited in silence. Her feet were slightly pink from the chill of the water and the breeze felt colder over her calves but she dared not move for a moment.
    Something pulled her then, that same daring that made her pursue difficult cases to find out the stories of her clients, made her ensure she had all the cards in her hands. She was curious, no doubt about it, but… then again she was alone.
    Tons of stories of women going missing in the woods and never being seen again were common, to the point that after a few days no one would search for them anymore.
    Who knew what kind of lowlife hung around the woods preying on people around here?
    “The entire area is owned by some rich guy,” Linda had insisted when Ingrid had given her concerns about leaving.
    “So no one is going to be there trespassing. I promise. It’s perfectly safe.”
    “Wait… wouldn’t that mean I’m trespassing too?” Ingrid inquired.
    Linda waved her off with a