Bearly Healed: Pacific Northwest Bears: (Shifter Romance) by Moxie North Page B

could see it when I met her,” Connie agreed.
    “She mentioned it to me today. Apparently the PT guy made a face. That’s why she didn’t want to come out tonight. I think if she could get past some of the anxiety about how she looks, she’d be moving around more. Getting better faster,” Edward added.
    “What scars?” Cash asked. Now his concern for this woman peaked even higher.
    “Well, the car accident left her with a scar that runs from her forehead down beside her eye. It’s healing well really. A year or two and it should only be a white line. I know she has a significant scar from where they took her spleen out. Her leg injuries are all internal,” Cage said, filling Cash in. He’d been in touch with Dax since the moment they had to leave Christmas to rush to Cassie’s side.

Chapter 10
    C ash took in the words , a list of injuries that if this Cassie had been a shifter, would have healed in a matter of weeks. Here she was human, fragile, and suffering. It didn’t seem fair.
    “I think her seeing me was a big step. She even laughed. She’s very pretty when she laughs. I can see that naughty streak in her that Effie mentioned,” Sophie said with a smile.
    The group was quiet, thinking about their charge in the other room.
    “Well, I know I think better with dessert,” Wyatt announced. Jinger gave him a none too subtle slap on the arm.
    “Really? You stuffed yourself, and you’re after more?” she said exasperatedly.
    “What? Mom has leftover Christmas cookies. Sophie made so many the freezer is still bursting with them. I’m just trying to help mom out. Don’t want them lying around going to waste,” Wyatt said, giving her a sad face.
    Jinger rolled her eyes and stood up to start clearing the table. The rest of the group followed, picking up items and moving around the kitchen. In the Rochon family, everyone helped. So the guys started rinsing dishes while the girls put away any leftovers.
    No one noticed Cash slipping out the front door silently with a bundle in his hands.
    Sneaking around the outside of the house, the night had cooled off significantly. Springtime in Washington was still cold weather. He made it to the window of the bedroom that he knew Cassie was in. The edge of the ground on this side of the house sloped down a bit bringing the bottom of the window to just the top of Cash’s shoulders.
    He positioned himself with his back to the house, out of the view of the window and raised his hand to the glass. He gave it two sharp taps and called out, “Cassie?”
    He heard some rustling, then nothing. He tried again knocking on the glass. “Cassie? I’m Cash, a friend of Dax and Effie’s?” He hoped knowing her friends would make her realize he wasn’t some psycho outside her window. But then he realized, he was standing in the pitch dark, knocking on a lonely scared girl’s window.
    “Dumbass,” he muttered to himself.
    He looked up to see the window start to slide open. It was only open about two inches, when he heard a faint, “Hello?”
    “Hey, I know this is weird, but I didn’t know if you’d see me. I mean, I know you talked to Sophie earlier. She said you weren’t up for visitors yet. But I wanted to bring you something,” he said, lifting the napkin wrapped bundle up in the air next to the opening.
    Cash watched as a small delicate hand slipped through the opening and wrapped around the bundle. Her soft hands brushed his fingertips, and he sucked in a breath at the electric shock that travelled over him.
    The hand and the package disappeared inside. There was silence for a moment then he heard a small giggle. The giggle was like a tiny wind chime that made him smile. His bear made his opinion known that he also liked hearing the tinkling laughter. He wanted to hear more of it.
    “Cookies?” came the soft voice inside.
    “Yeah, Christmas cookies. Those are the best kind you know? Cookies, in general, are good. I’ve almost never met a cookie I didn’t