The Cowbear's Christmas Shotgun Wedding (Curvy Bear Ranch 3) by Liv Brywood Page B

ranch today, he knew it would be hell on earth. To know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her made him rock-hard. His bear was restless, but he’d given her his word and he damn well wasn’t going to renege on it now.
    After shoveling breakfast into his face, he pulled on his jacket and placed his Stetson on his head. He tried not to run to her house, but he wanted to see her more than anything in the world. Maybe he was being too noble by trying to keep his hands to himself for once, but he respected her and wanted to treat her right.
    He found her by the barn, struggling to haul a huge sheet of glass across the road. He jogged over and took the sheet from her. “Good morning.”
    “Thanks. It was heavier than it looked.”
    “I’ll do all the lifting, you just tell me where to go,” he said.
    “I wanted to start on the windows since it’s drafty as heck in there right now. I boarded them up, but it still gets really cold at night.”
    Since she wasn’t bringing up their conversation from the night before, he followed her lead and kept the banter light. They measured, cut and replaced three windows in the span of a couple of hours. He smiled at her as she handed him another nail.
    “You’re good with a hammer,” she said.
    “Thanks.” He bit back all the dirty innuendoes he could make. His bear wanted to hammer her into the bed with his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. Too bad his bear didn’t agree.
    “When should we break for lunch?” she asked.
    “Whenever you want.”
    “I actually ran up to the store before you got here,” she said. “I’ve got chicken, potato salad, coleslaw, and cheesecake for dessert.”
    “You’re amazing.”
    He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. He didn’t think first—he’d just reacted—and he was glad he did. Her supple lips parted as he slid his tongue against hers. Sharing the same breath, he pulled her closer, loving the way she melted against him.
    As the kiss heated up, he reconsidered his attempt at chivalry. Maybe he should just carry her off to bed and deal with the consequences later.
    He dropped his hands to her butt and lifted her into his arms. He’d taken two steps toward the front door when a black SUV rumbled onto the property. After setting her down, he turned to glare as Mr. Milton approached. He was the only asshole who’d be driving around in a car like that in the middle of winter. The bastard had terrible timing.
    “I’ll handle this,” Logan snapped. He strode over to the truck and waited for Milton to get out. “What do you want?”
    “I’m here to talk to the owner of the property,” Milton said.
    “She’s not available, so you’ll just have to talk to me.”
    “It’s okay, I can handle this.” Kate looped her arm through Logan’s before addressing Milton. “As I said the other day, I’ll contact you when I’m ready to discuss the possibility of selling the ranch.”
    Possibility? Huh? She’d been going on and on about how badly she’d wanted to sell the ranch from the moment she’d set foot on it. Was she saying this just to get Milton off her back, or was she actually considering keeping the place?
    “I’ve made you a generous offer. I suggest you consider it before you make a… mistake ,” Milton said.
    “Are you threatening her?” Logan’s bear roared in his chest.
    “No. Merely pointing out the futility of waiting for another offer. No one will be able to match ours. So it would be in her best interest to sell it while she can.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
    “Read into it whatever you like. I’m here to make a simple business proposition. If you think I’m here with nefarious intent, then you have quite the imagination, Mr. Grant. Good day.” Milton spun on his Italian-loafer-covered heel and climbed back into the SUV.
    As soon as he’d turned the SUV around, Logan spit on the ground. “If he steps on your property one more time, call me. I’ll