Baby Protector Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Baby Paranormal Romance (Who's the Daddy? Book 4) Read Online Free

lately, the wall she had built around her heart was being worn away by the need for all the things she had denied herself since she was six years old.
    “OK, Chrissie, if you are ready, we should leave,” Joel said, bringing her back to the room. “Or do you want to stare at my chest for a few minutes longer.”
    She stiffened, bristling outwardly as she tried to put on a scowl. “I was thinking… You just happened to be in the way.”
    “Well, if you have finished thinking, do you want to leave?” He took a couple of steps towards the baby carrier, sat a still-smiling Sam in it, and began to do up the straps.
    Trying to do her job, and wanting to make sure he knew how the harness worked, she moved closer to him, feeling the heat of his body though her clothes. Sexy as hell. And just as dangerous. She suspected Joel was a ladies’ man and if she wound up in his bed, it would be no more than a notch on his post. She had to keep her feelings under control. She might not have had sex for over a year, but that did not mean jumping into bed with a man like Joel was a good idea, or a good career choice. She intended to prove herself on this job, in the hope she would be sent on similar jobs in the future.
    “Do you want to check I’ve done it right?” he asked.
    At first she thought he was being sarcastic because she was hovering over his shoulder, but then he added, “It’s different to the one my niece has, and I do not want any harm to come to Sam if I’ve done it up wrong.”
    She softened, and leaned in to check the straps. “Perfect.”
    “Here are the keys. The address is on this cell phone. If you have any problems, use this to call in. We have your personal cell phone number too, Chrissie. One of you will phone in every day, make sure the entry is logged. In an emergency, this is the number we’ll use. Keep it with you at all times. Got it?” The chief handed everything to Chrissie and she put everything in her purse.
    “Yes,” Joel nodded, confidently, and she was relieved she had such an old hand at going undercover with her.
    “Good luck. The house was picked at random, by me. No one will know you are there.”
    “Unless you have a mole?” Chrissie asked.
    The chief shook his head. “I have taken more precautions on this one. That is why you only have Joel with you. Less people to be noticed, you’ll look like any other new family. If I sent two men with you, people might talk.” He winked at Chrissie, and she smiled.
    He gave off a good vibe, and seemed like a nice guy, but even nice guys could be selling out to Krieg. Was he the mole? With his sincerity a cover for the truth? Since the murder of Angela, she had looked at the world differently, at other people differently. At first, she had even looked at Mr. Anderson as a suspect, but he had been distraught at Angela’s death, and she quickly realized she was being paranoid and her thoughts lacked the loyalty he deserved.
    “Then let’s go for a ride, young Sam,” Joel said, lifting the baby carrier as if it were empty, not filled with a small, chubby baby. “See you on the other side, Chief.”
    “Take care, all of you,” the chief said, a worried look in his eyes, which she chose to ignore; they had to deal in facts, not personal hunches, if they were going to stay safe.
    “My car is outside,” she said.
    “I thought we could take mine,” he answered easily as they walked down the corridor, Joel leading the way, while she followed, a nervousness building in her stomach. Once they were out of this door, it would be just the two of them against the world. Two people against the mob Krieg might send after them.
    “I’m a highly trained emergency response driver.”
    “And I’m a highly trained social worker.”
    “Your point?” he asked, stopping to look at her. At least he wasn’t steamrolling over her.
    “My point is that if anything happens, you would be free to fight someone off, while I drive.”
    “Good point. But I