Romance: Stranded With The Alpha Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werebear, BBW, Bear Shifter Romance) (Sweet Shifters Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

didn’t falter.
    “I’ll learn eventually, I’m sure. How’s Uncle Rick?”
    “He’s been better. I’m bringing extra so I don’t have to come by for a while.”
    He nodded. “Whatever you have to do.”
    She walked forward, hugged him, and whispered something in his ear. He laughed and patted her on the back.
    She hugged me as well, “Teach him to cook, huh? Someone needs to make a man of him.”
    “I’ll try,” I responded. “Nice to meet you.”
    “Nice to meet you as well. Be good, you two.”
    I finished putting away the meals as Christian waved to Gina at the door.
    “She’s nice,” I commented as he closed the door, an uncharacteristic smile on his face.
    His smile immediately faded, “What are you doing going outside without me?”
    “Your aunt asked me to help her carry in your food. I was just trying to be hospitable.”
    He moved forward, getting in my face, “Do you understand how dangerous it is to go outside right now?”
    “It’s the middle of the day. And it’s not a full moon or anything.”
    “It’s raining and dreary. This is the perfect time for a hunt.”
    “I think you’re being overdramatic.”
    “Wanting you to be safe is overdramatic?”
    “I don’t know what you expect me to do. You’ve been hiding from me for days. I would rather be home fearing for my life with a change of clothes than be here alone.”
    His eyes lost their steely resolve, “Would you like to go get a change of clothes?”
    “I thought the outside was too dangerous.”
    He sighed, “I’ll go with you. I probably should get out of the house anyway.”
    “I appreciate you trying to be nice, but I’m okay.”
    “I’ll put on some shoes.”
    He jogged upstairs. I frowned. I was getting some leeway on the Missing Persons site. I was starting to get through to a more recent time. I mostly just wanted to make him feel bad rather than having to do anything with him. This wasn’t a call for action. Still, having him so close to me, his face so close to mine I could’ve just leaned forward and kissed him, my stomach felt dizzy and warm. Maybe he’ll decide to wear just the wife-beater because of the humidity outside.
    I slipped on my own shoes and waited for him on the couch. The sun started to be shielded by the angry grey rain clouds. The rain fell steadily, but still lightly.
    “Here,” a hoodie fell into my lap. “This should keep you warm.”
    I stood, “Thanks. Are we walking? We’re pretty far out in the woods.”
    “It’s actually not that far. But we can certainly drive if you wish.”
    I shrugged, zipping up the hoodie, “I guess I can walk.”
    “Great. Let’s go.”
    I followed him out, putting up my hood as a shield against the rain. He didn’t wear a hoodie and seemed undaunted by the water. We walked in silence for a few minutes. I couldn’t think of anything to say, and he’s never proved himself to be incredibly talkative.
    “What do your parents do?” he asked awkwardly.
    “Like for work?”
    “Yes.”
    “Um….” Dead people normally don’t have jobs. “Nothing interesting. What is it that you do? You’re always in meetings, but I’m not sure what your business is.”
    “We run a non-profit dealing with conservation and helping poverty stricken countries rebuild. We also deal in research for more economically sustainable energy. It all kind of goes hand in hand.”
    “Oh, okay. I would’ve thought you did something less helpful to others. It seems like you have quite a bit of money.”
    “My family has made good investments. My great-grandfather worked in oil. It kind of has built from there.”
    “Wow. Good for you. My great-grandfather was a drunk who deserted the family.”
    “Just because he made good investments doesn’t mean he was a great guy. He wasn’t home much. Didn’t give my grandfather a great example to follow.”
    “What about your dad?”
    “He and my stepmom retired to Florida a few years ago. My mom left when I was a