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Authors: Celia Kyle
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Five
Oh. Goodie.
When his mom said “family,” she really meant the whole clan.
A mole amongst lions, er, bears.
Isaac popped his car into park, smiling when he caught Kira’s wide grin and the halo of windswept hair captured by the breeze. He had a classic 70s Chevy Chevelle SS convertible that purred almost as often as it roared down the road. The ride got even better with the top down and wind whipping through his strands.
It seemed Kira felt the same.
“Hold tight, lemme get Ebenezer hooked up, and then I’ll help you out.”
“I know how to get out of a car, Isaac.”
He flushed, face heating, and was thankful she couldn’t see him. “And I know you know. Humor me.”
She gave him a long-suffering sigh but stayed put as he rounded the car and hauled a squirming, barking dog from his back seat. The animal remained in place while he assisted Kira. The pup settled the moment she held his leash, plopping his furry ass on the driveway, seeming to wait for her orders.
At least Ebenezer occasionally behaved.
“Okay,” she huffed and held out a hand for him. “Let’s do this.”
He was there without hesitation, elbow crooked and waiting for her touch.
Traversing the driveway seemed easy, the party truly happening behind the house, which left the front mostly abandoned. They did pass a few other bears, and he got head tips with low “hellos” from the men while the women pretended he didn’t exist. Kira was a passing attraction though, feminine whispers following in their wake. The words that did reach him were filled with pity… for her.
When they entered the house, he tugged her into the vacant living room. “Kira… People are gonna…”
Bright blue eyes met his, her orbs exposed. At least for now. He’d brought along her glasses in case she became uncomfortable, but he hoped she’d keep them off. He couldn’t help staring at her, at her beauty.
On second thought, that meant others would be staring too. Maybe she should put them back on.
“They’re going to gossip,” she finished for him. “About me. About you. About you and me being together.” She shrugged. “I don’t care. Who are they to judge? Perfect? Obviously not if they think it’s okay to spew that kind of talk.” So, she eased closer, and he fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and lower his head to capture her mouth. “I don’t care. I mean, I care because words can hurt. But if you don’t mind leading me around, being seen with me, or if you’re not bothered by their assumptions, then,” another shrug, “they don’t matter. You still need to straighten out your mother, though.”
He winced at the reminder of his mom’s massive, leaping thoughts that had them going from little more than acquaintances to friends with benefits and a planned mating.
But the rest… Not giving a damn about his clan’s thoughts…
If he couldn’t kiss her, he could at least touch her a tiny bit. He lowered his head, but instead of a kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers and allowed himself the luxury of taking in her scent. “You’re amazing, you know that?” She was. So beyond amazing that he didn’t have the words.
“Isaac?” The click clack of his mother’s high heels on the tile reached him and he forced himself to pull away from Kira. “I know I saw that monstrosity of a car,” Mom mumbled. “Isaac Jericho?”
Kira chuckled.
She knew he glared at her even if she couldn’t quite make out his expression.
And his mother entered the room.
“There you are. C’mon, your father is about to ruin the cow with all his fiddling. You need to stop him before he destroys lunch all together.”
Kira wrapped her arms around one of his, cuddling close. Her hold wasn’t the gentle grip she adopted when they walked into the house, but one much more intimate.
He liked intimate. He wanted intimate. He craved intima—
“Isaac?” Mom snapped.
“Sure, we’re coming. But why I have to handle Dad and barbequing
Oh. Goodie.
When his mom said “family,” she really meant the whole clan.
A mole amongst lions, er, bears.
Isaac popped his car into park, smiling when he caught Kira’s wide grin and the halo of windswept hair captured by the breeze. He had a classic 70s Chevy Chevelle SS convertible that purred almost as often as it roared down the road. The ride got even better with the top down and wind whipping through his strands.
It seemed Kira felt the same.
“Hold tight, lemme get Ebenezer hooked up, and then I’ll help you out.”
“I know how to get out of a car, Isaac.”
He flushed, face heating, and was thankful she couldn’t see him. “And I know you know. Humor me.”
She gave him a long-suffering sigh but stayed put as he rounded the car and hauled a squirming, barking dog from his back seat. The animal remained in place while he assisted Kira. The pup settled the moment she held his leash, plopping his furry ass on the driveway, seeming to wait for her orders.
At least Ebenezer occasionally behaved.
“Okay,” she huffed and held out a hand for him. “Let’s do this.”
He was there without hesitation, elbow crooked and waiting for her touch.
Traversing the driveway seemed easy, the party truly happening behind the house, which left the front mostly abandoned. They did pass a few other bears, and he got head tips with low “hellos” from the men while the women pretended he didn’t exist. Kira was a passing attraction though, feminine whispers following in their wake. The words that did reach him were filled with pity… for her.
When they entered the house, he tugged her into the vacant living room. “Kira… People are gonna…”
Bright blue eyes met his, her orbs exposed. At least for now. He’d brought along her glasses in case she became uncomfortable, but he hoped she’d keep them off. He couldn’t help staring at her, at her beauty.
On second thought, that meant others would be staring too. Maybe she should put them back on.
“They’re going to gossip,” she finished for him. “About me. About you. About you and me being together.” She shrugged. “I don’t care. Who are they to judge? Perfect? Obviously not if they think it’s okay to spew that kind of talk.” So, she eased closer, and he fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and lower his head to capture her mouth. “I don’t care. I mean, I care because words can hurt. But if you don’t mind leading me around, being seen with me, or if you’re not bothered by their assumptions, then,” another shrug, “they don’t matter. You still need to straighten out your mother, though.”
He winced at the reminder of his mom’s massive, leaping thoughts that had them going from little more than acquaintances to friends with benefits and a planned mating.
But the rest… Not giving a damn about his clan’s thoughts…
If he couldn’t kiss her, he could at least touch her a tiny bit. He lowered his head, but instead of a kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers and allowed himself the luxury of taking in her scent. “You’re amazing, you know that?” She was. So beyond amazing that he didn’t have the words.
“Isaac?” The click clack of his mother’s high heels on the tile reached him and he forced himself to pull away from Kira. “I know I saw that monstrosity of a car,” Mom mumbled. “Isaac Jericho?”
Kira chuckled.
She knew he glared at her even if she couldn’t quite make out his expression.
And his mother entered the room.
“There you are. C’mon, your father is about to ruin the cow with all his fiddling. You need to stop him before he destroys lunch all together.”
Kira wrapped her arms around one of his, cuddling close. Her hold wasn’t the gentle grip she adopted when they walked into the house, but one much more intimate.
He liked intimate. He wanted intimate. He craved intima—
“Isaac?” Mom snapped.
“Sure, we’re coming. But why I have to handle Dad and barbequing
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