Ski Bear (Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Rescue Bears Book 5) by Scarlett Grove Page B
Authors: Scarlett Grove
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could rely on. Eventually, she’d hire more people so she didn’t have to work twenty-four-seven, but right now, all she needed was one person.
She fell asleep thinking of what to say in her Craigslist ad. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, and she woke up to her alarm at four a.m. sharp. With a groan, Maisie got up and got ready for the day.
She was pushing her earring into her ear as she walked down the steps to the bakery when her mind wandered to the night before with Zach. She remembered the feeling of his lips against hers and his hot breath on her ear.
She finished hooking on her earring and let out a low, moaning sigh. With everything else she had to think about, at least her thoughts of Zach’s kiss were hot and exciting. She trotted the rest of the way down the stairs with a smile on her face, feeling ready for the day. Maybe she would just focus on who Zach was as a person instead of all of the fated mate nonsense.
If she had just met Zach as a person and not as a fated mate, she would have enjoyed spending time with him. He was fun and cute and happy. She liked everything about him.
She opened the bakery door, wishing she had not agreed to go skiing. She had been too eager to say yes when he offered a second date. She wanted to impress him, but she feared she would do exactly the opposite.
She went into the bakery and started her day, baking her bread and pastries. During her short break, just before she opened the shop, she clicked on her laptop in the kitchen and browsed the internet for ski clothing.
She found an adorably feminine ski outfit at an outdoor store and purchased it with five minutes to spare before she had to open the doors to the shop.
T HE DAYS PASSED by in anticipation of seeing Zach again, and when her snowsuit arrived in the mail, she quickly tried it on. She looked in the mirror and her mouth dropped open. She looked like a pink marshmallow.
The billowy pink fabric of the puffy snowsuit was the opposite of flattering on her curvy frame. The matching ski boots were clunky and heavy. Maisie sat down on her couch and crossed her arms over her breasts that puffed out in front of her under the puffy snowsuit.
She was supposed to go skiing with Zach tomorrow, so she didn’t have time to return it or shop for something else. She couldn’t just put on a pair of skinny jeans and her fur-lined parka. At least this horrendous outfit would keep her warm. If Zach was no longer interested after seeing her in this snowsuit, then she would have an answer and wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
9
Z ach came to Maisie’s door on a bright Sunday afternoon, holding a bouquet of yellow roses. She opened the door wearing a puffy pink snowsuit that made her look like the cutest little snow bunny he’d ever seen. His inner bear growled.
Bunnies were soft and sweet, like Maisie. He handed her the flowers, and she took them in her manicured hands. Her nails matched the suit. She couldn’t be any cuter.
“These are gorgeous,” she said, taking a long draw of the flowers’ scent.
“So are you,” he rumbled.
“I feel silly in this outfit,” he said.
“You couldn’t be sexier.”
She giggled and asked him to come up while she put the flowers in some water. Her apartment was smaller than the cabin and it didn’t look like she’d had much time to decorate or make it her own.
She just had a couch and a TV on one side of the room and a bed on the other. It made him think of house hunting and how much he hated it. He just wanted his perfect house to show up and to not have to look at house after house that was wrong.
Zach realized that was what it must be like to date for humans. Going through all kinds of people, not knowing when the right one would show up. Fortunately for him, he was a shifter and knew exactly who she was.
That’s not how it worked with finding a house. His realtor kept sending him listings and nothing seemed right. Maybe he should get Maisie’s help to
She fell asleep thinking of what to say in her Craigslist ad. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, and she woke up to her alarm at four a.m. sharp. With a groan, Maisie got up and got ready for the day.
She was pushing her earring into her ear as she walked down the steps to the bakery when her mind wandered to the night before with Zach. She remembered the feeling of his lips against hers and his hot breath on her ear.
She finished hooking on her earring and let out a low, moaning sigh. With everything else she had to think about, at least her thoughts of Zach’s kiss were hot and exciting. She trotted the rest of the way down the stairs with a smile on her face, feeling ready for the day. Maybe she would just focus on who Zach was as a person instead of all of the fated mate nonsense.
If she had just met Zach as a person and not as a fated mate, she would have enjoyed spending time with him. He was fun and cute and happy. She liked everything about him.
She opened the bakery door, wishing she had not agreed to go skiing. She had been too eager to say yes when he offered a second date. She wanted to impress him, but she feared she would do exactly the opposite.
She went into the bakery and started her day, baking her bread and pastries. During her short break, just before she opened the shop, she clicked on her laptop in the kitchen and browsed the internet for ski clothing.
She found an adorably feminine ski outfit at an outdoor store and purchased it with five minutes to spare before she had to open the doors to the shop.
T HE DAYS PASSED by in anticipation of seeing Zach again, and when her snowsuit arrived in the mail, she quickly tried it on. She looked in the mirror and her mouth dropped open. She looked like a pink marshmallow.
The billowy pink fabric of the puffy snowsuit was the opposite of flattering on her curvy frame. The matching ski boots were clunky and heavy. Maisie sat down on her couch and crossed her arms over her breasts that puffed out in front of her under the puffy snowsuit.
She was supposed to go skiing with Zach tomorrow, so she didn’t have time to return it or shop for something else. She couldn’t just put on a pair of skinny jeans and her fur-lined parka. At least this horrendous outfit would keep her warm. If Zach was no longer interested after seeing her in this snowsuit, then she would have an answer and wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
9
Z ach came to Maisie’s door on a bright Sunday afternoon, holding a bouquet of yellow roses. She opened the door wearing a puffy pink snowsuit that made her look like the cutest little snow bunny he’d ever seen. His inner bear growled.
Bunnies were soft and sweet, like Maisie. He handed her the flowers, and she took them in her manicured hands. Her nails matched the suit. She couldn’t be any cuter.
“These are gorgeous,” she said, taking a long draw of the flowers’ scent.
“So are you,” he rumbled.
“I feel silly in this outfit,” he said.
“You couldn’t be sexier.”
She giggled and asked him to come up while she put the flowers in some water. Her apartment was smaller than the cabin and it didn’t look like she’d had much time to decorate or make it her own.
She just had a couch and a TV on one side of the room and a bed on the other. It made him think of house hunting and how much he hated it. He just wanted his perfect house to show up and to not have to look at house after house that was wrong.
Zach realized that was what it must be like to date for humans. Going through all kinds of people, not knowing when the right one would show up. Fortunately for him, he was a shifter and knew exactly who she was.
That’s not how it worked with finding a house. His realtor kept sending him listings and nothing seemed right. Maybe he should get Maisie’s help to
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