Romance: The Wedding Planner & The Endowed Cowboy Husband by Erin Walsh Page B

but I’m talking about Bear hunk.”
    “What?”
    “I didn’t know you didn’t tell him you were going away.”
    “You told him I left?”
    “I didn’t know it was a secret, was it a secret?”
    “No, I guess not.”
    “Good.  Anyways, he has been stalking the coffee shop every Friday looking for you.”
    “Did you tell him where I am?”
    “No, how could I?  You won’t tell any of us where you are.”
    “I know, I just, I like the privacy of nobody knowing.”
    “Sure, whatever you say hun.  You have to call your man though, he is flipping out.  You know how shifter men can be, he saw Trish’s hubby at the coffee shop and nearly killed him.  Boy thought he was there for you.”
    “Oh gosh, is he ok?”
    “Trish’s husband?  Of course, that Lion can handle his own.  But your man is far from ok.”
    “He’s not my man.”
    “Oh…”
    “Don’t say it Karen.”
    “He’s the reason you left, isn’t he?”
    “Kind of, I just needed to be alone.”
    “Alright, I won’t push.  But if you want to save us all from being bear show, you’ll come home.”
    “Ok, I love you.”
    “Love ya too, come home soon.”
    “Bye.”
    Hannah hung up the phone, suddenly feeling depressed.  Tyson was harassing her friends, nearly killing their husband’s.  She let out another sigh and tossed her coffee onto the dirt ground and got up, walking back into the cabin she packed up her things and called the landlord.  She let them know she was heading home now, calling a cab next to come pick her up.  Hannah had the cab driver drop her off at the airport, taking the faster way home instead of the long way around this time, hoping to get home fast enough to avoid another bear attack. 
    Once on the airplane while waiting for takeoff, she quickly called her cell phone company and had them unblock Tyson and unknown callers.  This made her phone light up with 3 dozen missed calls, and over 50 text messages.  Most of them from Tyson’s cell, some of them from unknown numbers, most likely Tyson’s extra numbers.  She sent him a quick text that asked him to meet her at the coffee shop tomorrow morning, and then turned her cell phone off. 
    The entire plane ride home she was suffering from a large dose of anxiety, afraid that it was going to be her that Tyson handed over to the hunters next.  Her bear nails grew out and scratched apart the armrest of her seat, biting down on her lip to keep herself from shifting anymore, her nails retracted and her lip grew a small pool of blood under her teeth. 
    Hannah’s plane landed at 6am, she hadn’t slept a wink, but was too scared to want to sleep.  She headed straight to the coffee shop, her luggage in tow, seeing Tyson sitting outside waiting for her made her heart stop.  She knew she should hate him, wish death upon him, but seeing him after so long made her skin sizzle and her heart beat as if it were going to break through her chest.  Tyson must’ve heard her pulse begin to race, he looked up and straight into her eyes, standing up and running towards her until he was just a breaths away from her.
    “Hannah, you came back.”
    “Leave my friends alone.”
    “Is that the only reason you came back?”
    “Yes.  I hate you, I hate what you are doing, and I hope you drop dead.”
    Hannah raised her hand to slap Tyson across the face, but he caught her wrist and pulled her against his chest, inhaling her scent from her neck and kissing her sweetly, his arms wrapped around her and squeezed her so tight she couldn’t breathe.
    “I missed you so much.”
    “Get off of me!”
    Hannah shoved him back and glared at him.
    “Please Hannah, let me explain.”
    ‘No.  There is nothing to explain.  You help people hunt us, and kill us.  You are no better than the hunters themselves.”
    Hannah stormed off after that, she didn’t want to waste any more breath on Tyson, and she wanted to leave with her dignity and not cry in front of him.  He didn’t deserve to