Bearly Cooking (Pacific Northwest Werebears #1) by Moxie North

and pulled the curtains to darken the room. Sophie sat on the bed with a sigh, she wanted to explore Cage’s home, but the pull of the comfy looking bed was overwhelming
    Pulling the covers back, Cage gestured for her to crawl in. Kicking off her shoes she did just that. Lying back against the pillow mountain with a sigh, she looked up at Cage. His eyes held concern and also a hint of pride for some reason.
    Cage couldn’t help it, he liked seeing her in his home. In his bed even if it wasn’t exactly the bed he really wanted her in. He also liked that he was close and he knew she’d be safe here. Giving her a kiss on her forehead, then one on the tip of her nose, then finally a soft brush over her lips, he said, “Sleep, honey.”

Chapter 14
    Sophie woke to the sounds of birds chirping. The room was still dark, but her head was just at a dull throb. Even her chest felt better, still sore and bruised but she was breathing normally now.
    She remembered Cage coming into the room a couple of times last night; he’d leave the hall light on, come in and check on her. Once he was satisfied, he’d adjust her covers, kiss her forehead and then go back to his room.
    Sophie never said anything to him, she just let him take care of her. She didn’t want to admit it was adorable and sweet, his concern for her. She wasn’t used to dropping her shields for anyone. But they melted away every time Cage came near. The effort it took to put them back up when he left was waning also.
    Swinging her legs over the bed, she gave a careful stretch, testing the stiffness in her back and chest. A warm shower would do her wonders. She grabbed some clothes from the bag at the foot of the bed Cage must have left at some point, and headed to the bathroom.
    She turned on the water as hot as it would go and stepped in. The heat from the water soothed her muscles and she found a bottle of shampoo and lathered up her hair. Rinsing away the left over dirt and blood made her feel practically human. She finished up her shower and stepped out. Toweling off, she located a brush and worked the tangles out of her hair and worked a quick braid that ended over one shoulder. His mom was kind enough to grab her toothbrush also and she made quick work of getting rid of her morning breath.
    Pulling on a fresh pair of leggings and a T-shirt, she took a deep breath and opened the door. She didn’t even know if Cage was home, although she doubted he was going to stray far. He didn’t seem the sort to abandon her now. Now that her head wasn’t so dizzy with medication she was fighting the urge to be utterly embarrassed by what had transpired in the last 36 hours.
    Embarrassing injury, check.
    Snogging the boss, check.
    Shacked up with boss (although temporarily), check.
    Throw in the fact that he kept picking her up, which no bigger girl ever liked a man to attempt. And she was amazed she didn’t burst into immediate flames from the horror of it all.
    Walking out into the great room, Sophie scanned to see Cage in the attached kitchen looking down at some papers strewn over the counter. The moment she stepped into the room, Cage sniffed and looked up giving her a huge smile.
    “Good morning, honey, how are you feeling,” he asked walking towards her.
    Sophie was so enjoying the show of him just walking or stalking as the case may be towards her, she was completely unprepared to be enveloped in a huge but gentle hug. His strong arms engulfed her and her arms wrapped around his waist on their accord. She laid her head against his chest and could hear the beating of his heart. It was lovely.
    “I’m ok, head is better,” she whispered into his chest.
    “That’s good news, darlin’, why don’t you have a seat on the couch and I’ll make you a cup of tea. I’m assuming being British you wouldn’t say no to tea,” he said giving her a gentle squeeze and guiding her to the couch.
    “No, I’ve never been known to turn down tea. You wouldn’t happen to have