Bear Mine for Christmas: BBW Holiday Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance (Christmas Bear Shifter Romance Book 2) by Ariana Hawkes Page B
Authors: Ariana Hawkes
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table, where there was a big, carver-style chair.
“Okay, yes, that would be lovely,” Elsbeth said, pink and flustered. He deposited her carefully, making sure that her leg didn’t bump against anything. Brock, Madison and Abbey came and sat down too, while Riley stayed with Karen in the kitchen.
“This is a lovely place,” Grayson said, looking around the room. It was their childhood house, and Madison loved it. The kitchen diner was huge and rustic, with wooden beams, and a big, old kitchen table. The floor had flagstone tiles and the walls were hung with a mixture of local artists’ paintings and paintings they’d done themselves as kids. It was a warm, cozy space.
“Do you like the Christmas decorations?” Abbey demanded.
“They’re great,” Brock said with a grin, looking at the strings of brightly-colored foil decorations spanning the walls. All the potted plants were wrapped in tinsel, as were many other random objects.
“I did all the tinsel,” Abbey said proudly.
“You did a fantastic job.” Brock smiled at her, and Madison’s heart twinged at his knack of knowing exactly how to speak to her. He’ll be a great dad someday , she thought, and then she mentally slapped herself. What’s wrong with you?
“Mom and Sophia did all the other decorations, because I’m not big enough to stand on the ladder yet.”
“Aw, your turn will come soon enough,” Brock said, looking at her fondly.
“Ok, guys, it’s ready,” Karen called. Madison jumped up and went to get Sophia. She came downstairs all pink and damp from her bath, and looking very sheepish. She’d evidently been doing some thinking while she was by herself. She slid into her seat quietly, instead of arguing about where she should sit, as she usually did.
Madison went into the kitchen and ladled out some more cups of mulled wine, and Karen brought the casserole to the table. It smelled incredible. As Karen took her seat, Madison noticed that she was glowing, her eyes brighter than she’d seen them for years. She’d heard Karen and Riley laughing a lot in the kitchen. Now she watched them covertly as they exchanged a couple of glances. She crossed her fingers under the table, hoping very much that they’d end up getting together.
They did a toast with the mulled wine, then everyone started eating ravenously. With all the drama of the day, it was gone 10pm, and the pretzel Madison had eaten at the parade seemed like a very long time ago.
“Wow, this is incredible, Karen,” Grayson said. “Best meal I’ve eaten in I don’t know how long.”
“It’s delicious,” Brock and Riley agreed.
“You’re a fantastic cook,” Riley said, and Karen beamed.
“I taught her everything she knows,” Elsbeth said, with an ironic expression on her face and everyone laughed. “What do you gentlemen usually cook at home?” she said, speaking to everyone, but looking at Grayson as she spoke. Madison could tell that her mom was captivated by the handsome, witty older man, with his dashing silver hair and rugged good looks.
“We bears usually exist on a pretty basic diet,” Grayson said. “We’ve got barbecuing down, and I can do a nice marinade or two when I make the effort. But that’s pretty much the limit.”
“In that case, I’m very glad that we’re able to provide you with a nice home-cooked meal. Even though I unfortunately haven’t been able to assist with it this time around.”
“Yes, mom, thank you,” Karen said, laughing.
“Well, I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow – although I think I say that every year,” Brock said.
“Me neither. It kind of rushes up on you,” Madison said.
“I hope everyone’s done their Christmas shopping. Otherwise, it might be a little late,” he said, glancing towards the window. The snow hadn’t stopped, and was virtually coming down in sheets. Even going back to her place two streets away would be an effort.
They all emptied their plate and the bears had
“Okay, yes, that would be lovely,” Elsbeth said, pink and flustered. He deposited her carefully, making sure that her leg didn’t bump against anything. Brock, Madison and Abbey came and sat down too, while Riley stayed with Karen in the kitchen.
“This is a lovely place,” Grayson said, looking around the room. It was their childhood house, and Madison loved it. The kitchen diner was huge and rustic, with wooden beams, and a big, old kitchen table. The floor had flagstone tiles and the walls were hung with a mixture of local artists’ paintings and paintings they’d done themselves as kids. It was a warm, cozy space.
“Do you like the Christmas decorations?” Abbey demanded.
“They’re great,” Brock said with a grin, looking at the strings of brightly-colored foil decorations spanning the walls. All the potted plants were wrapped in tinsel, as were many other random objects.
“I did all the tinsel,” Abbey said proudly.
“You did a fantastic job.” Brock smiled at her, and Madison’s heart twinged at his knack of knowing exactly how to speak to her. He’ll be a great dad someday , she thought, and then she mentally slapped herself. What’s wrong with you?
“Mom and Sophia did all the other decorations, because I’m not big enough to stand on the ladder yet.”
“Aw, your turn will come soon enough,” Brock said, looking at her fondly.
“Ok, guys, it’s ready,” Karen called. Madison jumped up and went to get Sophia. She came downstairs all pink and damp from her bath, and looking very sheepish. She’d evidently been doing some thinking while she was by herself. She slid into her seat quietly, instead of arguing about where she should sit, as she usually did.
Madison went into the kitchen and ladled out some more cups of mulled wine, and Karen brought the casserole to the table. It smelled incredible. As Karen took her seat, Madison noticed that she was glowing, her eyes brighter than she’d seen them for years. She’d heard Karen and Riley laughing a lot in the kitchen. Now she watched them covertly as they exchanged a couple of glances. She crossed her fingers under the table, hoping very much that they’d end up getting together.
They did a toast with the mulled wine, then everyone started eating ravenously. With all the drama of the day, it was gone 10pm, and the pretzel Madison had eaten at the parade seemed like a very long time ago.
“Wow, this is incredible, Karen,” Grayson said. “Best meal I’ve eaten in I don’t know how long.”
“It’s delicious,” Brock and Riley agreed.
“You’re a fantastic cook,” Riley said, and Karen beamed.
“I taught her everything she knows,” Elsbeth said, with an ironic expression on her face and everyone laughed. “What do you gentlemen usually cook at home?” she said, speaking to everyone, but looking at Grayson as she spoke. Madison could tell that her mom was captivated by the handsome, witty older man, with his dashing silver hair and rugged good looks.
“We bears usually exist on a pretty basic diet,” Grayson said. “We’ve got barbecuing down, and I can do a nice marinade or two when I make the effort. But that’s pretty much the limit.”
“In that case, I’m very glad that we’re able to provide you with a nice home-cooked meal. Even though I unfortunately haven’t been able to assist with it this time around.”
“Yes, mom, thank you,” Karen said, laughing.
“Well, I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow – although I think I say that every year,” Brock said.
“Me neither. It kind of rushes up on you,” Madison said.
“I hope everyone’s done their Christmas shopping. Otherwise, it might be a little late,” he said, glancing towards the window. The snow hadn’t stopped, and was virtually coming down in sheets. Even going back to her place two streets away would be an effort.
They all emptied their plate and the bears had
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