Bear Meets Bride (Online Shifter Dating Agency Romance) by Sasha Winter Page B
Authors: Sasha Winter
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There are hundreds of us in Montana, though, so if you want to arrest us all, start here.”
“Well, that would be really useful for our investigation,” said Jake. “Losing the one person who really understands bears. Tom, why don’t you give me a few moments with our young recruits here; they need a bit more educating…”
7
Feeling sleepy-headed, though still in a state of bliss, Erin was on a bit of a ‘go-slow’ at work but hoped that her current customers didn’t mind. Most of them came to her bakery for something casual and laid-back, so it was about time she got in on the act for a change. Last night felt like the sweetest dream she was still waking up from, feeling satisfied by the slow realization that it had all really happened.
The wait to feel so desired had been worth it, and the man she had chosen was really something of a dream. Erin felt so comfortable with him, and if he was the kind of man to play on a woman’s dreams and then never turn up again, then he should have been making his way to Hollywood because he was clearly a skilled actor. He had promised to call her later in the day, even if work meant he could only be brief, and she didn’t imagine he would let her down. What’s more, she couldn’t think of even any frivolous reason as to why he might not be the man for her. Having sought love and attention after too long on her own, Erin might have even found a permanent solution at the first time of asking.
Dreamily, she went about her tasks, daring to wonder what strange turn of events or dark secrets could possibly come between them. As far as she was concerned, they were both good simple folk, which was exactly what she wanted to be. There was no reason for the feelings between them to ever become sullied or complicated if they remained true to each other, and if all the evils in the world stayed away. What could it possibly want with them anyway?
“What sweet snacks do you recommend?”
Looking up, Erin’s reverie was interrupted by a man she hadn’t seen come in, although he was as tall and broad-shouldered as anyone who had been in her bakery. She didn’t recognize this man, which wasn’t unusual considering the amount of truck drivers from out of town she was able to serve, but a tone of familiarity in his voice almost made her think she should have. Unusually for the area, he had platinum blond hair and looked very Scandinavian in origin, though his accent was pure Montana.
“Er…sweets?” Erin replied, trying to get her brain working.
“I just have a ravenous and shameless craving today,” the man explained, “to completely cut out vital nutrients altogether and head straight to the good stuff. You know, the guilty pleasures.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Erin said with a smile.
“I was wondering, though, your bakery is clearly a popular place, so you must have a signature dish? You know, a local favorite to which people often say ‘You must try…’?”
“The lemon meringue pie!” One of Erin’s customers, who was just finishing his burger, suddenly called out to them, accompanied by a few nods of the heads from fellow diners.
“I was just about to say,” Erin confirmed, having opened her mouth only to find the answer coming from elsewhere, “the lemon meringue pie.”
“Much obliged, sir,” the blond-haired newcomer gestured to the trucker who had yelled up. Then turning back to Erin, he said, ‘Well, you can’t get more evidence than that; the consumer has clearly spoken. Young lady, I’ll take one—no—if I may purchase two slices of your fine lemon meringue pie and a bottle of Coke, I suspect I will leave here a happy customer.’
“Two slices it is,” she replied, “and I hope the second is just as satisfying as the first.”
“Oh, you’re underestimating my appetite, Miss… erm?”
“Silguero. Erin Silguero.”
“Erin, my name is Andrew Karl Neiman,” he told her, reaching out to shake her hand with
“Well, that would be really useful for our investigation,” said Jake. “Losing the one person who really understands bears. Tom, why don’t you give me a few moments with our young recruits here; they need a bit more educating…”
7
Feeling sleepy-headed, though still in a state of bliss, Erin was on a bit of a ‘go-slow’ at work but hoped that her current customers didn’t mind. Most of them came to her bakery for something casual and laid-back, so it was about time she got in on the act for a change. Last night felt like the sweetest dream she was still waking up from, feeling satisfied by the slow realization that it had all really happened.
The wait to feel so desired had been worth it, and the man she had chosen was really something of a dream. Erin felt so comfortable with him, and if he was the kind of man to play on a woman’s dreams and then never turn up again, then he should have been making his way to Hollywood because he was clearly a skilled actor. He had promised to call her later in the day, even if work meant he could only be brief, and she didn’t imagine he would let her down. What’s more, she couldn’t think of even any frivolous reason as to why he might not be the man for her. Having sought love and attention after too long on her own, Erin might have even found a permanent solution at the first time of asking.
Dreamily, she went about her tasks, daring to wonder what strange turn of events or dark secrets could possibly come between them. As far as she was concerned, they were both good simple folk, which was exactly what she wanted to be. There was no reason for the feelings between them to ever become sullied or complicated if they remained true to each other, and if all the evils in the world stayed away. What could it possibly want with them anyway?
“What sweet snacks do you recommend?”
Looking up, Erin’s reverie was interrupted by a man she hadn’t seen come in, although he was as tall and broad-shouldered as anyone who had been in her bakery. She didn’t recognize this man, which wasn’t unusual considering the amount of truck drivers from out of town she was able to serve, but a tone of familiarity in his voice almost made her think she should have. Unusually for the area, he had platinum blond hair and looked very Scandinavian in origin, though his accent was pure Montana.
“Er…sweets?” Erin replied, trying to get her brain working.
“I just have a ravenous and shameless craving today,” the man explained, “to completely cut out vital nutrients altogether and head straight to the good stuff. You know, the guilty pleasures.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Erin said with a smile.
“I was wondering, though, your bakery is clearly a popular place, so you must have a signature dish? You know, a local favorite to which people often say ‘You must try…’?”
“The lemon meringue pie!” One of Erin’s customers, who was just finishing his burger, suddenly called out to them, accompanied by a few nods of the heads from fellow diners.
“I was just about to say,” Erin confirmed, having opened her mouth only to find the answer coming from elsewhere, “the lemon meringue pie.”
“Much obliged, sir,” the blond-haired newcomer gestured to the trucker who had yelled up. Then turning back to Erin, he said, ‘Well, you can’t get more evidence than that; the consumer has clearly spoken. Young lady, I’ll take one—no—if I may purchase two slices of your fine lemon meringue pie and a bottle of Coke, I suspect I will leave here a happy customer.’
“Two slices it is,” she replied, “and I hope the second is just as satisfying as the first.”
“Oh, you’re underestimating my appetite, Miss… erm?”
“Silguero. Erin Silguero.”
“Erin, my name is Andrew Karl Neiman,” he told her, reaching out to shake her hand with
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