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

together.” His long strides took him to his truck, and she stood and watched in appreciation as he opened the cab door, and pulled himself in. “You’re staring again,” he shot at her as he started his engine and dragged the door shut, ruining her view.
    “ Thinking .” Then she got in her car and reversed out of her parking space, and followed him home.

Chapter Five – Joel
    Driving home meant one eye on the road in front and one eye on the road behind. Or more specifically, one eye on Chrissie’s car. He had also taken the time to assess whether or not they were being followed. Taking his time to ensure their safety, he had headed down quiet back streets, winding his way home on a route that no one in their right mind would take. He hoped Chrissie realized this and didn’t think he was simply going the scenic route.
    When he was confident they were alone, he headed for home, pulling into his driveway and switching off his engine. Chrissie pulled her small car up behind him, and he got out and went to meet her.
    “OK. It’s going to take me about ten minutes to pack some clothes. Then I have to ask my neighbor to come in and feed my cats.” He opened the rear door and unbuckled the seat belt, pulling Sam’s baby carrier out. “Make yourself at home while you wait. And does this little guy need feeding right now?”
    She looked at her watch. “It’s a little early, but since we have a half an hour drive to the safe-house, I think I’ll see if I can feed and change him before we leave. He might have a nap on the way. How do you like the sound of that, Sam?” She stroked his face and he gave her his adorable toothless smile.
    Joel experienced that now familiar tug of longing. If only this was him coming home with his mate and their child. If only they weren’t in danger. He looked back down the street to check for danger as he opened the front door and stood back for Chrissie to walk inside. The sooner he packed, and they got out of there, the better. It wouldn’t take much for word to have spread that he was taking on guarding the Krieg baby. His home address was not a secret. It was a stretch that even Krieg could mobilize a hit man so quickly, but it wasn’t impossible.
    “Kitchen is through there,” he said and headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time. Two black streaks threaded their way through his legs, nearly tripping him up, but Joel was surprisingly nimble on his feet, despite his size. Probably because he spent most of his time at home dodging the two balls of fluff who lived with him.
    “Mags, you have to look after Monty,” he said as the cats followed him into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, their heads looking for a hand to stroke them. “I am in a hurry, and you are going to be looked after by Beth next door. Yes, I know you like her, she spoils you with treats.” He tickled two chins before moving away and pulling out a backpack, into which he packed the necessities. Into another one he packed his clothes, jeans and T-shirts, a sweater, and a spare pair of sneakers. If he needed anything else, he could always double back this way.
    Taking one a last look around the room, he smiled. If things worked out right, the next time he was in his house, and in this room, he would have claimed his mate. Stroking his cats one last time, he said, “I think you’d like having someone else living here, then you wouldn’t have to fight over my lap.”
    They looked up at him, their green eyes staring into his, and then they leapt off the bed, meowing. “OK, I’ll feed you, and then speak to Beth.” Beth was fifteen and loved cats, but, due to a mildly allergic brother, could not have one of her own. She came over to play with Mags and Monty when she needed a cat fix, and was always willing to look after them while he was away. Which, before he transferred to Homicide, had been often.
    Back downstairs, he found Chrissie sitting on the sofa, Sam in her arms, while she fed him the