Find Him: The Bear's Curvy Girl (BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance) (Mates of the Walkers Book 2) by Anya Nowlan Page B

importance. A quick check with her fingertips confirmed that she was still in her underwear, which had mercifully dried. She was half-way through trying to figure out if this could in fact be heaven, when a deep voice seemed to shake the walls around her.
    “Oh, you’re up. Good! I’ve re-made that tea about ten times now,” the voice said, his chuckle echoing through the cabin. Christie whipped around on the couch to face the voice, finding herself staring at the brown-eyed man from the trail. Her head spun for a moment, reeling at the implications. For once in her life, Christie was caught without anything to say.
     
    “I hope I didn’t scare you too bad,” the big lug of a man said, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He was tall and built like a house, broad and powerful. She could imagine him throwing together a moderately sized building in half a day’s work and then stalking off to slay mythical beasts and save fair-haired maidens. Though, in this case, she seemed to be playing the part of the maiden. Christie cleared her voice with a small cough and eyed the man, her green pools littered with worry.
    “I…um. Where am I?” The man stood just a few feet from her, at a respectful distance, but close enough that she could see him fidget as nervously as she was. If she weren’t so entirely confused, she would have found his slight anxiety endearing. In fact, if she was in the right state of mind, she would have quickly realized that there was a familiar heat starting to grow in her core and that she felt far too relaxed around an unknown man who may or may not be a werebear.
    “You’re in my cottage. When you passed out, I didn’t really know what to do, but the rain was coming so I took you up here. You weren’t far from it anyway, coming up the trail and all that. Uh, I’m sorry if I startled you,” he apologized again, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. For such a big man, he had a certain boyishness about him that immediately appealed to Christie. She had always been rather strict as far as her personality went, so being around people who didn’t take themselves quite as seriously was always an odd sort of relief. His stuttered apologies and the fact that he had clearly done his best in trying to make her comfortable while she rode out her unfortunate fainting spell made Christie calm down a bit, her senses slowly returning to her.
     
    “I…I think I’m alright, thanks. I’m Christie,” she said, casting a quick look around her surroundings. The cabin was spacious enough but not overly so. It was built for comfort and set up after a man’s hand, not a thing that wasn’t needed cluttering the walls or tabletops. She grinned to herself slightly, realizing how quickly her worries seemed to fade away.
    Only you can meet a werebear and then think his house is more interesting than the fact that he’s some sort of man-bear, Christie mused to herself, bringing her eyes back to the man.
     
    “I’m Callum, pleased to meet you,” he said, his deep voice like honey to her ears. It made her core tighten and twist, an odd sense of need starting to bubble within her. She had been alone for a while, but it had been by choice. No man ever made her knees tremble or her thoughts skip a step, but this lumbering beast of a man seemed to have a rather sudden and unexpected effect on her sensibilities.
    “Callum…” she said, letting his name roll off her tongue. She smiled at the man and gave him a nod. “Likewise. Now. Have I gone insane and started seeing things or did you in fact turn from a bear into a man in the forest earlier?” One eyebrow quirked up, Christie fairly amused that she got to ask a question like that in the first place.
     
    A heavy load seemed to be lifted from Callum’s shoulders and he perked up visibly. With a few quick strides, he had crossed the distance between himself and the couch and hopped over the backrest to land on the cushions with trained ease. He moved