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

milk and honey on hand would you?” she asked, curling her feet up onto the couch.
    Cage took a throw from the back of the couch and tucked it around her. She wasn’t cold, but the throw was fuzzy and warm.
    “I always have honey, honey,” he teased kissing the tip of her nose.
    Walking back into the kitchen he set the kettle to boil and straightened the papers he was looking at. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
    “Not really, a little queasy actually,” she admitted.
    “No worries, we can try food later. I’ll have to run into the camp later, my mom will come over and sit with you. She doesn’t get a lot of female company out here, but I warned her you are recovering and not to talk your ear off.”
    “It will be nice to actually meet her,” Sophie offered.
    The kettle started to whistle and Cage put her tea together. Bringing it over to the table by the couch he took a seat on the coffee table and put his hands over her bent knees.
    “I’m really sorry you got hurt, Sophie. I want you to know that I’m trying to figure out what happened.”
    “I’m sure it was just an accident Cage. I can’t imagine logging is an overly safe profession.”
    “We work very hard to make it as safe as we can. Yesterday was not an accident. We’ve been having trouble with sabotage for a while now. Usually small things that no one would get hurt by. Yesterday was different and my brothers and I need to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” he finished.
    “Sabotage? Why?” Sophie asked concern and disbelief coloring her voice.
    Sighing Cage ran his hand through is already messy hair. “There are groups that don’t like us cutting down trees. They like using the products that come from those trees, but can’t make the connection of how it benefits them. They think we are harming the environment and hurting the animals. When we spend most of our time working on way to limit our impact on the area we are harvesting. I don’t blame them for wanting to protect the forests, I really don’t. But I also can’t have them jeopardizing the safety and well-being of my workers.”
    “That makes sense, so you don’t know who’s been doing these things?”
    “No, Conner and Wyatt have been tracking down some of the groups that send us the most hate mail. Even a few that have camped out in our trees before to keep us from cutting. None of them are claiming responsibility. We’ll figure it out eventually,” he promised.
    Nodding her head Sophie reached for her tea and blew on it before taking a sip. She moaned as the sweet drink coated her tongue. Opening her eyes she saw Cage watching her with hungry eyes.
    She put her tea down on the table as she watched Cage slide from the table to his knees in front of her. Reaching his hand up he cupped her neck and pulled her towards his mouth. He kissed her softly, then more urgently like he couldn’t get enough of her. Sophie kissed him back, wanting the heat of his body closer.
    A knock sounded at the door then it swung open revealing Cage’s mom strolling in. She took in the couple on the couch obviously in the middle of a passionate kiss and kept walking into the kitchen.
    “Don’t mind me dears, I’m just bringing over breakfast. Cage, your brother called said you were needed at the camp. And he said now, not later,” she said bustling around unloading the bags she’d brought.
    Sophie had frozen the moment she barged through the door. Cage had stopped kissing her but left his forehead against hers as his mom chattered away.
    His mother was still talking when Cage whispered, “I have to go, honey. You’ll be okay here with my mom. I’ll remind her not to talk your ear off or ask too many personal questions,” he said with an affectionate laugh. He clearly thought his mother was adorable.
    Sophie smiled at him and nodded. He gave her another quick kiss, “Honeysuckle.” Then got up and walked over to his mom and gave her a big hug picking her up off the ground. A squeal of