A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) Read Free

where the seat belt had caught her and a bump on her head, she was fine. But with no car and no money and the evidence she had on Harker still in the glove compartment, she was thoroughly screwed.
    Could she open up to the old cop? He seemed nice enough. But the last thing Mina wanted was to drag anyone else into her mess. The last person she’d gone to for help was already dead.
    Just as she was about to give in to despair, the door opened and he walked in.
    Dressed in a rumpled brown suit with a matching necktie cinched too tight around his neck, the man wasn’t dressed well, but it didn’t matter. He was so big he had to duck to clear the doorway and so wide that he had to turn sideways to fit. He was muscular and lean and massive and looked like he was built on a different scale than the rest of the world. And he was gorgeous, with wavy brown hair, deep brown eyes and a face that belonged in a museum, with a strong nose and high cheekbones and a square jaw dusted with stubble.  
    Mina took one look at him and lost her breath. Men didn’t really look like him. Or at least, not outside of the movies they didn’t. She wondered what he looked like naked and then immediately felt embarrassed. There was too much at stake to get swept away by a pretty face and a perfect body. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to breathe. She thought about Harker and his beautiful blue eyes, the way he kissed her, the sight of him holding a smoking gun. You couldn’t trust a pretty man. You couldn’t trust your heart. The fire inside would warm you, it would drive you crazy, but it’d burn you up as well.
    The big man sat down across from her, the chair groaning under his weight. He smelled like pine trees and sugar with a hint of animal musk that made her knees so weak she glad she was already seated.
    “I’m Matt,” he said, his voice clear and calm like a mountain stream. “What should I call you?”  
    “You’re my attorney?”
    “I am. So anything you have to say is protected. Attorney-client privilege.”
    “You don’t look like a lawyer,” she said, trying to keep her voice neutral but the lust she felt was there, a swift undercurrent.
    “With this suit? Who else would wear this?” He flashed a relaxed and boyish grin at her. And inexplicably, Mina felt like everything would work out. If you looked up reassuring in the dictionary there’d be a picture of this guy’s smile. He produced a yellow legal pad from a battered satchel and clicked a pen to life. “Tell me what you’re running from, maybe I can help.” Mina liked the way he’s eyes sparked when he said help . She liked it a lot.
    No, she couldn’t do this. Begone hormones! She was a grown-ass woman. She’d opened her own business. She wasn’t some fifteen-year-old to get swept away by a pretty face.
    “I can’t tell you my name. I can’t be in the system. There are men looking for me. Dangerous men.”

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    Matt leaned back in his chair and tossed the pen onto the pad. “Tell me about these men.” The thought of anyone threatening this beautiful woman made his man and his bear both very angry. The world was tough enough by itself, it didn’t need evil men preying upon innocent, curvy, voluptuous, cocoa-skinned women with lips that were made for kissing.
    “You’re a big guy. You live out here in the forest or whatever so I’m sure you think you’re tough. But you don’t know the men who are after me. You don’t want to know them.” The woman’s voice shook with fear as she spoke. She was trying to hold it together and failing. She was strong—she’d have to be to get through a car accident and not end up a sobbing mess—but there were limits to strength.
    Unless you were Matt.
    Matt took off his suit coat, it was always too warm in the station, especially for him. Being a shifter meant his blood ran hot anyway. He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thickly corded forearms as large as saplings.