Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) by Becca Fanning Page B
Authors: Becca Fanning
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the only one left in her family—that we know about, anyway, since they’re not as close a family as the Saints are. There are others, I know, but I’m thinkin’ most Shifters stay away from the cities, so you probably don’t run into them very often. We’ve met only one other in Nashville, since we moved here. He’s a lieutenant in the Nashville Police Department.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. Comes in handy, too, if somethin’ comes up, and we need somebody to cover for us.”
“What ‘something’?” she asked sharply, wondering if she really wanted to know.
“Well, like this past spring, when I was walkin’ the girls back to Mel’s car after dark one night, and there were these three drunks who wanted a piece of ’em.”
“Oh, my God. Was anyone hurt?”
“Well, none of us were—Addy and I handled them just fine—but I called our friend at the police station to tell him what happened to the three men after we left ‘em unconscious. Accordin’ to our friend, they never did remember what happened, which was good for us.”
Kitty could only shake her head. She ran her hand through her hair and sat back on the couch. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having this conversation with you.”
Bart smiled and moved to sit next to her. “I told you it wasn’t somethin’ to talk about in your office or in a restaurant.”
“Yes, you did, didn’t you?”
“I’m hopin’ you now understand why the boys can’t play the Grand Ole Opry. I mean, that place holds what, a couple thousand people?”
“Forty-four-hundred.”
“Geeze. I’m sorry, darlin’ but you gotta see that there’s just no way: forty-four hundred people, balconies, all those lights, and whatever else the management might dream up for a concert? There’s just no way. One of the boys would Shift for sure in that mess.”
Kitty turned her head and studied him for a time then sighed. “Yes. I see.”
She sat forward, her elbow on her knees, and rubbed at her temples. “My father won’t, but that’s okay. I’m sure I can find another job someplace else.”
“What are you talkin’ about? Are you sayin’ he’s threatened to fire you over this?”
Kitty nodded and shook back her hair. She felt strangely free, with her long hair now loose and curling every which way. “Don’t worry. I’ll manage.”
“You won’t be tellin’ him about this, will you.” It wasn’t a question.
She shorted softly. “No. I won’t. Not that he’d ever believe me, anyway, but I won’t.
“I thank you for telling me, though,” she added, glancing back to give him a smile. “I do appreciate your trust.”
Bart reached out to play with her hair. “I thought I could,” he said, his hand roaming further to brush her cheek. “I figured you’d understand, iffen you knew the truth.”
Kitty felt her insides begin to quiver as his hand wandered to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment as his strong fingers began to knead the tension out of her neck.
“What are you doing, Bartholomew?” she asked softly.
“Tryin’ to help you relax a little,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Is it workin’?”
“Hmm.” She let her head fall forward, and in another moment, she felt both of his big hands on her shoulders, his thumbs digging into tense muscles and setting them free.
I should stop this, she thought, but it just feels so damn good…
Then he turned her toward him. His hands took possession of her face and brought her lips to his, and in another moment, she was in his arms.
“Bart?”
“Shh,” he whispered between kisses as he possessed her. “Just relax, darlin’, and let’s see where this takes us.”
“But…”
It was all he needed to deepen the kiss, and she found herself kissing him back, her hands in his dark, thick hair, holding him to her.
“I can’t do this,” she whispered between kisses.
“Sure you can,” he
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. Comes in handy, too, if somethin’ comes up, and we need somebody to cover for us.”
“What ‘something’?” she asked sharply, wondering if she really wanted to know.
“Well, like this past spring, when I was walkin’ the girls back to Mel’s car after dark one night, and there were these three drunks who wanted a piece of ’em.”
“Oh, my God. Was anyone hurt?”
“Well, none of us were—Addy and I handled them just fine—but I called our friend at the police station to tell him what happened to the three men after we left ‘em unconscious. Accordin’ to our friend, they never did remember what happened, which was good for us.”
Kitty could only shake her head. She ran her hand through her hair and sat back on the couch. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having this conversation with you.”
Bart smiled and moved to sit next to her. “I told you it wasn’t somethin’ to talk about in your office or in a restaurant.”
“Yes, you did, didn’t you?”
“I’m hopin’ you now understand why the boys can’t play the Grand Ole Opry. I mean, that place holds what, a couple thousand people?”
“Forty-four-hundred.”
“Geeze. I’m sorry, darlin’ but you gotta see that there’s just no way: forty-four hundred people, balconies, all those lights, and whatever else the management might dream up for a concert? There’s just no way. One of the boys would Shift for sure in that mess.”
Kitty turned her head and studied him for a time then sighed. “Yes. I see.”
She sat forward, her elbow on her knees, and rubbed at her temples. “My father won’t, but that’s okay. I’m sure I can find another job someplace else.”
“What are you talkin’ about? Are you sayin’ he’s threatened to fire you over this?”
Kitty nodded and shook back her hair. She felt strangely free, with her long hair now loose and curling every which way. “Don’t worry. I’ll manage.”
“You won’t be tellin’ him about this, will you.” It wasn’t a question.
She shorted softly. “No. I won’t. Not that he’d ever believe me, anyway, but I won’t.
“I thank you for telling me, though,” she added, glancing back to give him a smile. “I do appreciate your trust.”
Bart reached out to play with her hair. “I thought I could,” he said, his hand roaming further to brush her cheek. “I figured you’d understand, iffen you knew the truth.”
Kitty felt her insides begin to quiver as his hand wandered to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment as his strong fingers began to knead the tension out of her neck.
“What are you doing, Bartholomew?” she asked softly.
“Tryin’ to help you relax a little,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Is it workin’?”
“Hmm.” She let her head fall forward, and in another moment, she felt both of his big hands on her shoulders, his thumbs digging into tense muscles and setting them free.
I should stop this, she thought, but it just feels so damn good…
Then he turned her toward him. His hands took possession of her face and brought her lips to his, and in another moment, she was in his arms.
“Bart?”
“Shh,” he whispered between kisses as he possessed her. “Just relax, darlin’, and let’s see where this takes us.”
“But…”
It was all he needed to deepen the kiss, and she found herself kissing him back, her hands in his dark, thick hair, holding him to her.
“I can’t do this,” she whispered between kisses.
“Sure you can,” he
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