A Grizzly Kind Of Love (The Mating Game Book 3) by Georgette St. Clair Page A
Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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story revealed that the car had been tampered with, but it could never be proven who had done it. The Shepherds would be obvious suspects, Wynona mused, but if they had done it, they hadn’t left any tracks.
The Molfetta clan had dissolved after that.
As she read on, she felt a faint chill.
Zane’s parents had been killed by silver bullets.
Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. If someone wanted to kill a shifter, of course, then silver bullets would be the most effective way to do so. A regular bullet was very unlikely to kill a shifter.
She did some more research on the Molfetta family. They were definitely out of the picture; there had been one surviving son, who had been confined to an asylum for the criminally insane within a year of the fatal accident, and the rest of the family had never resurfaced.
She forwarded the stories to Roland.
News reports many years later revealed what had happened to Zane.
A hunter had stepped in a bear trap deep in the woods, and Zane had shifted from bear to human form to rescue him. Then Zane had carried the hunter into town and taken him to a fire station.
When he’d been asked how he’d survived all that time, he’d led them to a crude cabin that he’d built himself. He’d barely spoken at the time, communicating mostly in grunts and growls.
He’d been reunited with his relieved and grateful family. Experts had been brought in to see to his reintegration into society. He’d briefly moved onto the clan’s property, where the business had been run by his uncle, Cecily’s husband, in his absence.
A follow-up story indicated that he’d moved back out into the woods, and the news releases pretty much ended there.
An internet search did bring up the legal claim filed by the Coventry Clan, who wanted his family’s land.
Interestingly, the property laws, written over a hundred years ago, didn’t specifically say that he had to marry a bear, she noted.
Back then, there had been much less shifter intermarrying, so it probably hadn’t even occurred to the Bruin Congress to specify that the Prime had to marry a bear. So he could actually marry any kind of shifter.
She quickly pushed the thought from her head.
Irrelevant. Didn’t matter. Had nothing to do with her.
Her intercom buzzed, and just as Gillian said, “The Shepherds are here,” they walked into the office. They didn’t have an appointment, and they hadn’t waited to see if she was busy. What a surprise.
She quickly clicked out of the story on the Coventry bears’ claim and looked up, not bothering to hide her impatience. Cecily was wearing enough Chanel No. 5 to choke a horse, and Hubert apparently shared his wife’s taste for flashiness, with his Rolex and thick gold rings.
“How are you doing with my nephew?” Hubert asked. No hello or other pleasantries, as usual.
Well, at least she had good news to give them.
“We’re making surprisingly good progress,” she said. “He’s an excellent student. He has impeccable table manners when he wants to, and he can be quite charming.”
“Good, because we’ve got a lot of business deals already depending on this merger,” Hubert said.
Wynona looked at him with alarm.
“They haven’t even met each other yet,” she said. “You’ve given me very little time to get him ready. What if Tiffany just doesn’t like him, no matter what?”
“Tiffany doesn’t have to like him, she just has to find him tolerable,” Hubert said, waving his hand dismissively. “Her father has promised her that as soon as she gives birth to a healthy male heir, he will release a substantial portion of her trust fund. So if Zane can just play his part, it should be fine. They’ll both be permitted to live in separate wings of their mansion and carry on discreet affairs.”
“A match made in heaven,” Wynona observed drily.
“Exactly.” He nodded vigorously. Wynona imagined that he and Cecily had a similar arrangement. When she’d seen them together, they hadn’t
The Molfetta clan had dissolved after that.
As she read on, she felt a faint chill.
Zane’s parents had been killed by silver bullets.
Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. If someone wanted to kill a shifter, of course, then silver bullets would be the most effective way to do so. A regular bullet was very unlikely to kill a shifter.
She did some more research on the Molfetta family. They were definitely out of the picture; there had been one surviving son, who had been confined to an asylum for the criminally insane within a year of the fatal accident, and the rest of the family had never resurfaced.
She forwarded the stories to Roland.
News reports many years later revealed what had happened to Zane.
A hunter had stepped in a bear trap deep in the woods, and Zane had shifted from bear to human form to rescue him. Then Zane had carried the hunter into town and taken him to a fire station.
When he’d been asked how he’d survived all that time, he’d led them to a crude cabin that he’d built himself. He’d barely spoken at the time, communicating mostly in grunts and growls.
He’d been reunited with his relieved and grateful family. Experts had been brought in to see to his reintegration into society. He’d briefly moved onto the clan’s property, where the business had been run by his uncle, Cecily’s husband, in his absence.
A follow-up story indicated that he’d moved back out into the woods, and the news releases pretty much ended there.
An internet search did bring up the legal claim filed by the Coventry Clan, who wanted his family’s land.
Interestingly, the property laws, written over a hundred years ago, didn’t specifically say that he had to marry a bear, she noted.
Back then, there had been much less shifter intermarrying, so it probably hadn’t even occurred to the Bruin Congress to specify that the Prime had to marry a bear. So he could actually marry any kind of shifter.
She quickly pushed the thought from her head.
Irrelevant. Didn’t matter. Had nothing to do with her.
Her intercom buzzed, and just as Gillian said, “The Shepherds are here,” they walked into the office. They didn’t have an appointment, and they hadn’t waited to see if she was busy. What a surprise.
She quickly clicked out of the story on the Coventry bears’ claim and looked up, not bothering to hide her impatience. Cecily was wearing enough Chanel No. 5 to choke a horse, and Hubert apparently shared his wife’s taste for flashiness, with his Rolex and thick gold rings.
“How are you doing with my nephew?” Hubert asked. No hello or other pleasantries, as usual.
Well, at least she had good news to give them.
“We’re making surprisingly good progress,” she said. “He’s an excellent student. He has impeccable table manners when he wants to, and he can be quite charming.”
“Good, because we’ve got a lot of business deals already depending on this merger,” Hubert said.
Wynona looked at him with alarm.
“They haven’t even met each other yet,” she said. “You’ve given me very little time to get him ready. What if Tiffany just doesn’t like him, no matter what?”
“Tiffany doesn’t have to like him, she just has to find him tolerable,” Hubert said, waving his hand dismissively. “Her father has promised her that as soon as she gives birth to a healthy male heir, he will release a substantial portion of her trust fund. So if Zane can just play his part, it should be fine. They’ll both be permitted to live in separate wings of their mansion and carry on discreet affairs.”
“A match made in heaven,” Wynona observed drily.
“Exactly.” He nodded vigorously. Wynona imagined that he and Cecily had a similar arrangement. When she’d seen them together, they hadn’t