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“Which one?” she whispered back.
“Will Enright. The Navy SEAL.”
Laura thought back to Zeke and Jenna’s boisterous wedding celebration in French Town. The church had been full of bear shifters who all seemed to be relatives of Zeke’s bride and keen to meet the Colorado Bascoms who were their distant relatives. The reception at the community center had been even more of a joyful muddle. Between the introductions, the hugging and laughing, and all the dancing, she hadn’t kept all those big men straight.
“Enright sounds familiar. But I don’t remember a Will,” she confessed.
Zeke chuckled. “Lot of Enrights,” he conceded. “Almost as many Enrights around here as there are Bascoms and Benoits. I knew Will in the service. Anyway, Jenna says Will and his Martha are happy and well matched, and they sure do seem to be. You might as well give bearmate.com a try.”
“I’m not marrying some dude I met on a website, Zeke Bascom! I can attract all the fortune hunters I want all by my lonesome.”
“Aw, Laura, there’s a guy out there that’s gonna love you for yourself,” Zeke’s rumble assured her. “And this place matches bears with other bears. I gotta tell you, it makes a difference.”
Laura knew that before Zeke had met his Jenna he had been depressed and lost. He had confided that he and his new wife spent a lot of time playing in the woods as bears. Or at least they had before their twins had been born. Laura couldn’t imagine it. Suppose someone shot them? Or the non-bear neighbors found out? The couple of times she had turned had been painful and scary. Doing it on purpose seemed foolish and dangerous.
“Cal and Pat are trying to fix me up.” she said as cheerfully as she could.
Zeke made a rude noise. “Puleeze,” he said. “What the devil are you going to have in common with those slick golfers they hang around with?”
“It doesn’t have to be forever,” she said. “Just until I have satisfied the conditions of the will.”
“You can’t marry intending to divorce, Lauralee. That’s no way to behave.”
Laura’s chuckle was hollow. “You’re adopting small town, bourgeois values, Zeke. How many wives has your daddy had?”
“Too damned many,” Zeke growled. “He and Diana just filed. Did I tell you?”
“Oh, Zeke, I hadn’t heard. I’m sorry,” Laura said. “But I don’t aim to deceive my husband. I plan to be straightforward and have Trevor Carmichael draw up a watertight contract – with a bonus for hanging around until after the baby is born. A sort of sperm donor and prenuptial agreement combo.”
“Lauralee,” Zeke sounded angry and worried. “That idea is twice as bad. No kind of man would agree to make a baby and walk away.”
Laura laughed cynically. “I’m guessing quite a few will be happy to do it for money. And that’s what I called to ask you about.”
“I don’t know any gigolos,” he said in his meanest voice. Since Zeke had spent his entire adult life as an officer in the US Army, he could do mean.
“Not a gigolo, but a guy we just hired here. He gave you as a reference.”
“Oh. Who is he?” Zeke barked.
“Steven Kenneth Holden. Says he was a sergeant, and that he served in Special Forces with you.”
Major Bascom’s laugh boomed in her ear. “If it’s the Holden I think it is, he didn’t say ‘with’ he said ‘under’, Lauralee.”
“That’s right, that’s what he said,” she confirmed. “Carlos hired him three weeks ago. Is he trustworthy?”
“Sure.”
Laura let out the breath she hadn’t intended to hold. “Okay.”
“But I don’t know what the hell Holden is doing in Success,” Zeke mused. “He resigned two, three years ago. Guy’s a whiz with computers. He should have had no trouble getting a job in IT.”
“He says he grew up on a farm in Idaho. Daddy says he knows horses and he certainly seems to be a hard worker. You know how fussy Carlos is. Anyway, Carlos let him have
“Which one?” she whispered back.
“Will Enright. The Navy SEAL.”
Laura thought back to Zeke and Jenna’s boisterous wedding celebration in French Town. The church had been full of bear shifters who all seemed to be relatives of Zeke’s bride and keen to meet the Colorado Bascoms who were their distant relatives. The reception at the community center had been even more of a joyful muddle. Between the introductions, the hugging and laughing, and all the dancing, she hadn’t kept all those big men straight.
“Enright sounds familiar. But I don’t remember a Will,” she confessed.
Zeke chuckled. “Lot of Enrights,” he conceded. “Almost as many Enrights around here as there are Bascoms and Benoits. I knew Will in the service. Anyway, Jenna says Will and his Martha are happy and well matched, and they sure do seem to be. You might as well give bearmate.com a try.”
“I’m not marrying some dude I met on a website, Zeke Bascom! I can attract all the fortune hunters I want all by my lonesome.”
“Aw, Laura, there’s a guy out there that’s gonna love you for yourself,” Zeke’s rumble assured her. “And this place matches bears with other bears. I gotta tell you, it makes a difference.”
Laura knew that before Zeke had met his Jenna he had been depressed and lost. He had confided that he and his new wife spent a lot of time playing in the woods as bears. Or at least they had before their twins had been born. Laura couldn’t imagine it. Suppose someone shot them? Or the non-bear neighbors found out? The couple of times she had turned had been painful and scary. Doing it on purpose seemed foolish and dangerous.
“Cal and Pat are trying to fix me up.” she said as cheerfully as she could.
Zeke made a rude noise. “Puleeze,” he said. “What the devil are you going to have in common with those slick golfers they hang around with?”
“It doesn’t have to be forever,” she said. “Just until I have satisfied the conditions of the will.”
“You can’t marry intending to divorce, Lauralee. That’s no way to behave.”
Laura’s chuckle was hollow. “You’re adopting small town, bourgeois values, Zeke. How many wives has your daddy had?”
“Too damned many,” Zeke growled. “He and Diana just filed. Did I tell you?”
“Oh, Zeke, I hadn’t heard. I’m sorry,” Laura said. “But I don’t aim to deceive my husband. I plan to be straightforward and have Trevor Carmichael draw up a watertight contract – with a bonus for hanging around until after the baby is born. A sort of sperm donor and prenuptial agreement combo.”
“Lauralee,” Zeke sounded angry and worried. “That idea is twice as bad. No kind of man would agree to make a baby and walk away.”
Laura laughed cynically. “I’m guessing quite a few will be happy to do it for money. And that’s what I called to ask you about.”
“I don’t know any gigolos,” he said in his meanest voice. Since Zeke had spent his entire adult life as an officer in the US Army, he could do mean.
“Not a gigolo, but a guy we just hired here. He gave you as a reference.”
“Oh. Who is he?” Zeke barked.
“Steven Kenneth Holden. Says he was a sergeant, and that he served in Special Forces with you.”
Major Bascom’s laugh boomed in her ear. “If it’s the Holden I think it is, he didn’t say ‘with’ he said ‘under’, Lauralee.”
“That’s right, that’s what he said,” she confirmed. “Carlos hired him three weeks ago. Is he trustworthy?”
“Sure.”
Laura let out the breath she hadn’t intended to hold. “Okay.”
“But I don’t know what the hell Holden is doing in Success,” Zeke mused. “He resigned two, three years ago. Guy’s a whiz with computers. He should have had no trouble getting a job in IT.”
“He says he grew up on a farm in Idaho. Daddy says he knows horses and he certainly seems to be a hard worker. You know how fussy Carlos is. Anyway, Carlos let him have
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