Big Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (BRIDES Fur BEARS Book 4) by Natalie Kristen
Authors: Natalie Kristen
Tags: Science-Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Psychics, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
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CHAPTER ONE
Zoe Riley stepped away from the examination table and gathered up the bandages. “All done,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Just try to keep your arm dry. And stay away from angry kettles.”
“Hmph! Angry kettles,” Gramma snorted. “I'll show them who's boss. An angry kettle's got nothing on an angry witch!”
Shaking her good fist, Gramma hopped nimbly down from the examination table without Ne-ma's help. Even with a heavily bandaged arm, the elderly woman was sprightly and spunky. “Stupid kettle won't listen to instructions! Bad kettle.” Gramma scowled and rounded on Ne-ma. “I told you we should have gotten rid of that bad kettle a long time ago.”
Ne-ma rolled her eyes and pushed up her glasses. “It's not the kettle that's bad. It's our spell that's wonky. And you know it,” she said, jabbing her finger into Gramma's chest.
“I don't care. That kettle poured hot water on my arm!” Gramma wailed, holding up her bandaged arm for emphasis.
Ne-ma patted her shoulder. “Ah, we should have known better. The last time we cast a spell on an electric appliance, we fried the washing machine.”
Gramma cringed. “Yeah. That short-circuited everything. The whole inn was plunged into darkness. The guests all had a terrible fright.”
Zoe listened to their banter with curiosity and amusement as she put the things away. The doctor on duty had attended to Gramma when she first came in. After treating her scalded arm, the doctor had instructed Zoe to finish bandaging Gramma's arm before hurrying away to attend to another emergency.
As an experienced nurse, Zoe could see that Gramma's injury wasn't that serious. But still, there would be some pain and discomfort.
Zoe had gotten to know Gramma and Ne-ma when they lugged one of their burly grandsons into the hospital's emergency department a few months ago. Their youngest grandson, Jackson Gray, had tumbled off a ladder and broken his leg. Ignoring Jackson's protests, Gramma and Ne-ma had stuffed their beefy grandson into their little car and sped him straight to the hospital.
Zoe had attended to Jackson together with the doctor on duty that night. Jackson said he had been helping his grandmothers with some repair work at their inn. Gramma and Ne-ma ran Broomstick Inn together, and Jackson and his three elder brothers took turns coming round to help their grandmothers fix a leak or change some light bulbs.
Zoe had chit-chatted with Jackson to take his mind off the pain as she helped the doctor dress his wound. She learned that Jackson and his brothers were bear shifters, while their two grandmothers were witches. Jackson was a friendly, cheerful guy and he had proudly whipped out his wallet to show her pictures of his wife and son.
The doctor had allowed Gramma and Ne-ma into the treatment room with their grandson. The two little old ladies hovered behind Zoe, watching her anxiously and peppering her with questions as she worked. Not all their questions were about their grandson's injury though. They asked Zoe about herself, and when they found out that Zoe had only been transferred to the Shadow Point hospital about three months ago, they took it upon themselves to tell her all about the town and everyone in it.
They were bringing her up to speed, they said.
It seemed like Gramma and Ne-ma knew almost everyone in the small town of Shadow Point. They made it their business to know everyone's business, but it was clear that they cared deeply about their friends, neighbors and community. They were sociable, active and vivacious, and they reminded Zoe of her own wise, big-hearted Nana.
She took an instant liking to them, and by the time she ushered Gramma and Ne-ma out of the treatment room that evening, the three of them were chattering and laughing like old friends.
Working as a nurse allowed Zoe to meet new people constantly. The job also kept her on her toes. A good nurse had to have a quick mind, a sharp eye, and a steady hand.
Zoe Riley stepped away from the examination table and gathered up the bandages. “All done,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Just try to keep your arm dry. And stay away from angry kettles.”
“Hmph! Angry kettles,” Gramma snorted. “I'll show them who's boss. An angry kettle's got nothing on an angry witch!”
Shaking her good fist, Gramma hopped nimbly down from the examination table without Ne-ma's help. Even with a heavily bandaged arm, the elderly woman was sprightly and spunky. “Stupid kettle won't listen to instructions! Bad kettle.” Gramma scowled and rounded on Ne-ma. “I told you we should have gotten rid of that bad kettle a long time ago.”
Ne-ma rolled her eyes and pushed up her glasses. “It's not the kettle that's bad. It's our spell that's wonky. And you know it,” she said, jabbing her finger into Gramma's chest.
“I don't care. That kettle poured hot water on my arm!” Gramma wailed, holding up her bandaged arm for emphasis.
Ne-ma patted her shoulder. “Ah, we should have known better. The last time we cast a spell on an electric appliance, we fried the washing machine.”
Gramma cringed. “Yeah. That short-circuited everything. The whole inn was plunged into darkness. The guests all had a terrible fright.”
Zoe listened to their banter with curiosity and amusement as she put the things away. The doctor on duty had attended to Gramma when she first came in. After treating her scalded arm, the doctor had instructed Zoe to finish bandaging Gramma's arm before hurrying away to attend to another emergency.
As an experienced nurse, Zoe could see that Gramma's injury wasn't that serious. But still, there would be some pain and discomfort.
Zoe had gotten to know Gramma and Ne-ma when they lugged one of their burly grandsons into the hospital's emergency department a few months ago. Their youngest grandson, Jackson Gray, had tumbled off a ladder and broken his leg. Ignoring Jackson's protests, Gramma and Ne-ma had stuffed their beefy grandson into their little car and sped him straight to the hospital.
Zoe had attended to Jackson together with the doctor on duty that night. Jackson said he had been helping his grandmothers with some repair work at their inn. Gramma and Ne-ma ran Broomstick Inn together, and Jackson and his three elder brothers took turns coming round to help their grandmothers fix a leak or change some light bulbs.
Zoe had chit-chatted with Jackson to take his mind off the pain as she helped the doctor dress his wound. She learned that Jackson and his brothers were bear shifters, while their two grandmothers were witches. Jackson was a friendly, cheerful guy and he had proudly whipped out his wallet to show her pictures of his wife and son.
The doctor had allowed Gramma and Ne-ma into the treatment room with their grandson. The two little old ladies hovered behind Zoe, watching her anxiously and peppering her with questions as she worked. Not all their questions were about their grandson's injury though. They asked Zoe about herself, and when they found out that Zoe had only been transferred to the Shadow Point hospital about three months ago, they took it upon themselves to tell her all about the town and everyone in it.
They were bringing her up to speed, they said.
It seemed like Gramma and Ne-ma knew almost everyone in the small town of Shadow Point. They made it their business to know everyone's business, but it was clear that they cared deeply about their friends, neighbors and community. They were sociable, active and vivacious, and they reminded Zoe of her own wise, big-hearted Nana.
She took an instant liking to them, and by the time she ushered Gramma and Ne-ma out of the treatment room that evening, the three of them were chattering and laughing like old friends.
Working as a nurse allowed Zoe to meet new people constantly. The job also kept her on her toes. A good nurse had to have a quick mind, a sharp eye, and a steady hand.
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