Baby Protector Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Baby Paranormal Romance (Who's the Daddy? Book 4) Read Free

dangerous about him, something intense, something in any other circumstance she would run away from. Far away.
    “So what’s it to be, Chrissie?” The chief looked at her expectantly, but not half as expectantly, or as eagerly, as Joel. He knew who she would choose, knew he was the best candidate for the job, and she so wanted to blurt out, Harry .
    She didn’t. “Thanks for offering to help, Harry.” Harry’s face dropped, and he slung a sideways glance at Joel that was none-too-friendly. At least for his part, Joel didn’t stand there and crow like a rooster, although he certainly pushed his chest out like one. Chrissie sighed; she was going to regret this. Or maybe she would be more than grateful for his strong arms and broad chest before this thing was over. However long that was going to take.

Chapter Three – Joel
    Relief flooded through his veins, and inside his head, his bear sighed with relief and settled back down. Throughout their interview his bear had stood alert, muscles bunched, preparing to break free and tear Harry’s head off if he got too close to their mate.
    This might be a problem. He wasn’t used to having to battle with his bear for control. Normally they worked well together, a team, both wanting to make the world a better, safer place, for humans and shifters alike.
    If anything, Joel was a big squishy teddy bear at heart, always wanting to make people happy, which was what made his job so rewarding. Getting scum off the streets, whose life seemed to consist of spreading unhappiness, was what he came to work for. Some people didn’t deserve to walk this earth freely, and his life’s mission had always been about putting a stop to them.
    He had clashed with Harry, because he wanted to help protect the baby as much as he wanted to spend time with Chrissie, his mate. OK, so that might be stretching the truth a little. Spending time with his new mate was always going to be his priority, but he also knew he was the best option for keeping Sam safe. His enhanced hearing and sight might well be the thing that kept Sam from falling into the hands of his father.
    Normally he was a strong advocate for children living with their parents but this was definitely an exception. Although babysitting wasn’t exactly what he thought he’d be doing when he transferred to Homicide with Liam, his partner.
    Liam . Now he knew why his partner in crime fighting had been willing to give up his old life for a safer work environment, one where you went home at night after work. Their days of being holed up God knows where undercover were over.
    “If you’re ready?” the chief asked.
    “Yes. Sorry.” He dived to open the door when Chrissie moved towards it, nearly knocking her over, but she hid a small smile, rather than huffing at him again. A small breakthrough.
    “Thank you,” she said, softly, but it nearly blew him away. There was a sexy lilt to her voice, and her eyes connected with his for the briefest moment, before she looked away and walked out, with the chief hot on her heels.
    Or had he imagined the whole thing? Hallucinating. Wishful thinking, maybe. He shook his head, chastising himself. He had to keep it together, or she would be safer with Harry looking after her. And he was sure Harry couldn’t protect anyone if the going got as bad as it might with this case.
    The manner in which Angela Manilla died meant they were in danger. If the same person came after Sam, he had to be ready; he had to be on his guard at all times. His bear shuffled around and agreed with him, sitting with his nose lifted into the air as if scenting for danger.
    That’s better, we need to work together, he told his bear.
    I know, his bear replied.
    Joel only hoped if trouble came their way, his bear would behave and not risk them being exposed. A bear running loose around the city would surely cause questions that would need answers he could not give. It would also put our mate in danger , he reminded his bear. This