Bears' Babe: BBW Paranormal Menage Shape Shifter Romance (Confessions of a Mail Order Bride Book 2) by Kate Kent

and they’d started calling me Judy. Though I’d always been called Judith, it felt right for them to call me by a less formal name. It was more relaxed and comfortable, mirroring the way I felt when I was around them.
    “It was your flame red hair that inspired our red velvet cupcake. It’s only right we name it after you.” Evan picked up another one from the tray. “Want another?”
    “I do, I do. But I haven’t finished this one yet.” My two bears loved feeding me. Well, I wasn’t going to disappoint them. I took another bite of the treat. After I’d finished swallowing, I took a sip of the caramel latte Grant had made me.
    “This is all so good. You have a way of making me feel really special.” And they did. For the past few weeks I had been leaving work early on Friday. I would drive to Shifter Villages, enjoy time with them, and then return to my apartment late Sunday night. Normally I was a workaholic, and leaving work early was way out of the norm for me. But I loved seeing my two bear men. The one weekend I’d had to miss seeing them because of a work deadline had been awful.
    We’d fallen into a comfortable routine. When I arrived in town, I always stopped by and helped them out in their bakery. ‘Crazy Cakes Bakery’ was a very successful business. I was shocked when I’d looked over their books. Who knew there was so much money in desserts—even more in the specialty coffees and teas they sold to accompany them. Their profit margins were high.
    It was a lot of fun making cookies, cakes, and pies. It was like therapy…a relaxing change from the number crunching I was used to at the accounting firm I worked at.
    Though I spent a lot of time with the two shifters, they gave me my space. I could see by the look in their eyes they were ready for more—much more from me, but they were giving me time. They knew I’d been divorced twice, and after my experience with that rotten wolf Brad Stanford, I was afraid to jump into anything again.
    “Do you want to go for a picnic in the park?” Evan asked.
    “Of course, that would be delish.” I loved the bears’ picnics. They would bring along a loaf of homemade bread, thick slices of smoked ham and creamy butter, cheese, fruit, water and wine...and dessert of course, everything from simple snickerdoodle cookies to chocolate éclair’s tenderly made with puff pastry, sweet cream filling and chocolate glaze. “Can I help pull it together?”
    “Just relax,” Grant said. “We got this covered.”
    As the men gathered the food for our lunch in the park, I gazed out the window. A dark haired man passed by that reminded me of Brad. I hadn’t seen him since the night he’d insulted me and fought with Grant. It had been shocking to find out that Marcie had slept with him. The whole time I had been anxiously waiting for him to take me to Sherry and Adrian’s wedding, he had been busy fucking Marcie.
    Marcie Shore…no wonder she’d been so surly at the Dixie Diner when she’d waited on us. She’d probably thought he was her happily ever after and then she saw him with me. At first I felt bitterness towards Brad, but as I got to know my two bears, the feeling slipped away. My scars and my bears had helped me dodge a huge bullet.
    “Are you ready, Judy?” Grant asked, offering me his arm.
    I smiled as I got up from my chair. “I can’t wait.” I looped one arm in his and the other in Evan’s.
    The park was not too far from the bakery and Grant spread a big, soft blanket on the ground. As he poured a glass of wine, I could see the two brothers talking to one another with their eyes.
    “I see you two communicating…don’t leave me out of the loop. What is it?”
    Grant pursed his lips but said nothing.
    “Tell her, Grant,” Evan said.
    “We don’t want to put any pressure on you,” Grant blurted out.
    “I know, and I appreciate that.”
    “But,” Evan said, “it’s like we told you when we first met you. We know you’re our mate