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Charlie. It must be pretty serious for you to open up like this, and for your bear to want
to mark her.”
He looked over at Bram and could only nod. He didn’t feel like the oldest brother right now,
not when Bram and Ford could so easily admit what the hell was going on when he had held it in for
so long.
“You need to call her.” Ford sounded so sure and confident that it had him and Bram looking
over at him.
“Just like that, huh?” Yeah, it sounded easy enough, but he got the impression that she was
done with him, especially when he had acted like an asshole during the whole condom breakage. He
had given her his full name, and she hadn’t reached out to him. He might have said she could run and
he would go after her, but with each passing day he felt himself going more inside of himself and
pushing her back. He could admit it: he was scared.
“What are you really afraid of? You’ve just admitted to us that it isn’t just you that wants her,
but your bear, too,” Ford said matter-of-factly. “How many years have we heard you talk about what
you don’t want in your life, and how you don’t need the messy feelings that come with a
relationship?”
“If this one female causes this type of reaction in you, why not just go for it?” Bram said.
“Bram, it isn’t that easy.”
“But it is, brother. And with that I need a fresh beer.” And just like that Ford was out of the
room. His words were strong and honest, and despite Ford almost leaving nonchalantly after what he
just said, it told Charlie that it really was that easy.
Bram stared at him, but didn’t speak. Ford returned with three more beers and handed each of
them a fresh one. For the rest of the night no one said any more about it, but that was the way the three
of them were. They said what needed to be said, and that was it. Now it was up to Charlie if he was
going to take his brothers’ advice and let his bear out to take what it really wanted, or keep his
distance and continue living his solitary life.
Chapter Seven
February stared at her cell for the hundredth time since she had decided it was time to call
Charlie. His number was written on a scrap piece when she scribbled it down after finding it on one of
the many Wylde Construction signs posted throughout the town. She had let herself have a little over a
week to get used to the idea that she was pregnant, had even made an appointment with one of the
town’s shifter clinics. Her pregnancy was in the very early stages, but a shifter’s pregnancy only lasted
two-thirds of a human’s gestation. In just six months she would have Charlie’s baby.
She set her phone on the table and placed the slip of paper with his number beside it. Reaching
into her purse she took out one of the ultrasound pictures the clinic had given her. The baby looked
like a piece of rice, but warmth settled inside of her every time she looked at it. It was real, but
looking at the picture of her baby seemed to cement everything inside of her. Setting the picture on the
other side of her phone, she looked among the three items. Why was this so hard for her?
Because what if he is the hard asshole everyone in town makes him out to be? What if he wants
nothing to do with you or this baby? And what if he denies that it is even his?
In all honesty she couldn’t blame him if his reaction was the latter. She had gone home with
him, a virtual stranger even if she knew of him by reputation. No doubt that made her look like some
kind of slut, regardless of the fact she had never done something like that in her life. There had just
been something about him that called to her. She always went with her instincts, and they had been
screaming for her to let the gorgeous bear take her home. But then again look at how well that worked
out.
“Quit being so weird about it. You’re a grown woman. He’s a grown man. This kind of thing
happens all the time.” Yeah, talking to herself wasn’t
to mark her.”
He looked over at Bram and could only nod. He didn’t feel like the oldest brother right now,
not when Bram and Ford could so easily admit what the hell was going on when he had held it in for
so long.
“You need to call her.” Ford sounded so sure and confident that it had him and Bram looking
over at him.
“Just like that, huh?” Yeah, it sounded easy enough, but he got the impression that she was
done with him, especially when he had acted like an asshole during the whole condom breakage. He
had given her his full name, and she hadn’t reached out to him. He might have said she could run and
he would go after her, but with each passing day he felt himself going more inside of himself and
pushing her back. He could admit it: he was scared.
“What are you really afraid of? You’ve just admitted to us that it isn’t just you that wants her,
but your bear, too,” Ford said matter-of-factly. “How many years have we heard you talk about what
you don’t want in your life, and how you don’t need the messy feelings that come with a
relationship?”
“If this one female causes this type of reaction in you, why not just go for it?” Bram said.
“Bram, it isn’t that easy.”
“But it is, brother. And with that I need a fresh beer.” And just like that Ford was out of the
room. His words were strong and honest, and despite Ford almost leaving nonchalantly after what he
just said, it told Charlie that it really was that easy.
Bram stared at him, but didn’t speak. Ford returned with three more beers and handed each of
them a fresh one. For the rest of the night no one said any more about it, but that was the way the three
of them were. They said what needed to be said, and that was it. Now it was up to Charlie if he was
going to take his brothers’ advice and let his bear out to take what it really wanted, or keep his
distance and continue living his solitary life.
Chapter Seven
February stared at her cell for the hundredth time since she had decided it was time to call
Charlie. His number was written on a scrap piece when she scribbled it down after finding it on one of
the many Wylde Construction signs posted throughout the town. She had let herself have a little over a
week to get used to the idea that she was pregnant, had even made an appointment with one of the
town’s shifter clinics. Her pregnancy was in the very early stages, but a shifter’s pregnancy only lasted
two-thirds of a human’s gestation. In just six months she would have Charlie’s baby.
She set her phone on the table and placed the slip of paper with his number beside it. Reaching
into her purse she took out one of the ultrasound pictures the clinic had given her. The baby looked
like a piece of rice, but warmth settled inside of her every time she looked at it. It was real, but
looking at the picture of her baby seemed to cement everything inside of her. Setting the picture on the
other side of her phone, she looked among the three items. Why was this so hard for her?
Because what if he is the hard asshole everyone in town makes him out to be? What if he wants
nothing to do with you or this baby? And what if he denies that it is even his?
In all honesty she couldn’t blame him if his reaction was the latter. She had gone home with
him, a virtual stranger even if she knew of him by reputation. No doubt that made her look like some
kind of slut, regardless of the fact she had never done something like that in her life. There had just
been something about him that called to her. She always went with her instincts, and they had been
screaming for her to let the gorgeous bear take her home. But then again look at how well that worked
out.
“Quit being so weird about it. You’re a grown woman. He’s a grown man. This kind of thing
happens all the time.” Yeah, talking to herself wasn’t
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