Wanted By The Soldier Bear (Heroes of Shifter Creek 1) by Clara Moore Page B

a whole lot of coffee grinds, which is pretty evil.”
    “Yeah, except you gave him that coffee with the grounds in it after he came back from serving our country. That’s evil.”
    “Like the time he put a dead frog in my bed? Do you remember that one? Now that’s evil. ”
    “Blah blah. By the way, can I write an article about your brother?”
    “I don’t know why you’d want to.”
    “Cause he just came back from being a Navy SEAL overseas and it’s interesting?”
    “I don’t think it’s that interesting.”
    “He’s also hot. Do you think he’ll let you take pictures of him?”
    “He probably will, but I don’t want to.”
    “Stop being a jerk, Izzy. Come on.”
    Isadora turned back around to her computer, looking at the article she had to edit on the screen.. She did well at the local arts and general cool-things-about-town paper because she could do graphic design, copy-edit and photograph. She didn’t write mainly because she didn’t like people enough to interview them. She’d tried that in college, and it just didn’t work out for her.
    “I don’t know why I hate him so much,” she said, picking up with the conversation. “Maybe because I relate him with my dad remarrying. I never really forgave him for that.”
    “I like when you get really deep when you’re trying to procrastinate on your work. Do you have your brother’s number? I want to call him for the article.”
    “He’s not my brother.” Isadora handed over her cell phone so Fiona could look.
    “Did you know he texted you?” Fiona looked through the phone. “Like a few times?”
    “I’m very busy and important.”
    “Yeah, okay. Maybe I’ll call him from your phone and see what happens.”
    “That’s a stupid idea.”
    Fiona raised Isadora’s phone and waited. Isadora pretended not to notice or care. One of the managing editors, Georgia, walked up right then with an inquisitive frown.
    “Is Fiona making a personal call when she’s on deadline?”
    Fiona just waved her hand in negation, “Hi, Doran. This is Fiona Mattson, Izzy’ friend.” She paused to let Doran say something. “I’m not the one who hasn’t texted you back, but I’ll let her know you’re annoyed,” Fiona said, winking at Izzy.
    “Is Fiona making a personal call for you when she’s on deadline?” Georgia said.
    “She’s going to do a story about my step-brother who just came back from being a Navy SEAL somewhere,” Isadora answered. “She used my phone to call him so he thought it was me.”
    “Everything’s just fine, Doran. But it’s really cute that you were worried about Izzy,” Fiona said. “I was just wondering if I could write an article about you?”
    “Why aren’t you writing this article, Izzy?” Georgia asked.
    “I don’t like him very much,” Izzy said dismissively.
    “No, no, that was someone else who sounds like Dora.” Fiona said into the phone. “She likes you fine.”
    “This all doesn’t make sense to me,” Georgia said, frowning.
    “Me either. I think he’s completely uninteresting,” Izzy said, absently hitting letters on her keyboard.
    Fiona stood up holding the phone away from her face. “You guys are jerks,” she said before walking through the door that led to the upstairs patio.
    “I think I had relevant questions for my reporter,” Georgia said, sighing..
    “I agree,” Isadora nodded.
    “The story sounds good though. It’s a great idea. You should have thought of it.”
    “I try not to talk to my step-brother if I can help it.”
    “If you don’t like your family, why do you still live at home?”
    Isadora frowned now. “I’m saving to buy a house.” Also, she was afraid if she lived alone, she might get murdered. But she figured that was an irrational fear and refused to speak it aloud.
    “I didn’t move out until I met my wife. I was afraid if I lived alone, I’d be murdered.”
    “Really? That’s a strange fear,” Izzy said with a new understanding of her editor.
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