Don't Moose With Her (Bearbank Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Ariana McGregor
off the TV and went to get ready.
She had just finished getting dressed when her phone rang. Checking, she didn’t recognise the number and ignored it. She hated answering the phone and would only answer it for someone she knew. Almost as soon as it stopped ringing, it started again. The same number. She stared at the phone. Nope. Not answering it. Would it ever stop ringing? She wouldn’t answer it but she couldn’t ignore it either. She just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone and willing it to go silent. Finally, it stopped, the silence shocking.
The silence was short-lived. The phone buzzed, letting her know she had a text message. She edged towards it, noting that the message was from the same number yet again. Someone was persistent. Persistently annoying.
The message read, “Answer your phone, sweetheart.”
She had only just finished reading it when the phone rang again. She gave a pathetically girlie squeak and jumped back. Ethan had called her sweetheart earlier, perhaps it was him. Maybe someone had given him her number. It seemed unlikely though. She really didn’t want to answer. If it was him, she’d only make a fool of herself again. If it wasn’t, then she wasn’t sure she wanted to know who it was.
She waited, heart pounding, for the phone to stop ringing and then she picked it up. She opened the text message again and hit reply.
“Who is this?” she sent, going for the direct approach.
Silence for a moment. The phone buzzed again.
“Your admirer. Answer your phone.” Not bloody likely.
Scowling, she typed, “I hate phones and I never answer them. What’s your name?”
Another buzz. “I’ll tell you if you answer your phone.”
Immediately afterwards, the phone rang yet again. Startled, she practically threw her phone. It shot across the room and landed on the floor. No way was she answering it. Her Freak-O-Meter was screaming at her and she didn’t want to play this game. Finally, the phone fell silent before buzzing with one final text.
“See you later, sweetheart. Wear your new necklace for me.”
Chapter 7
She hadn't answered her phone. He hadn't anticipated that. He had watched as she'd taken the box inside her home. He had hoped that she'd open it where he could watch her reaction but he had been disappointed. Instead he'd gone home and called her, hoping to talk, but she had refused to answer. Once they were together, she'd answer the phone when he called.
He'd heard her speaking with the goth girl at work earlier and he knew that they had plans for the evening. He also knew when and where. Maybe she'd be wearing the necklace. Perhaps he'd drop by and see for himself. She didn't know him yet and the place would be busy. He could watch her and stay out of sight. He couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening.
Chapter 8
The taxi driver was a middle aged man. Human. He didn’t seem particularly nervous to be talking to the police. Ethan had briefly considered that this could be their man but it didn’t seem likely. The scent was wrong and his wolf snoozed in the back of his mind. Of course, his wolf was still refusing to talk to him so he wouldn't get any help there. A quick background check had revealed that the driver had lived here all his life. He seemed a perfectly average human being. Nothing about him screamed ‘Murderer’.
“So you definitely picked up Becca Jones and took her to her home?” Leo asked, leaning against the man's car.
“Yeah, I mean it was months ago. I only remember because of all the fuss about her disappearing right afterwards. Police came and talked to me then.” The taxi driver shrugged. “It’s a shame, nice girl like that. I just don’t know anything that can help.”
“And you took her to her home?” Leo asked.
The driver nodded. “Yeah.”
“Yet her sisters say she never came home,” Leo pointed out.
“Look, mate,” the taxi driver said. “I don’t know what to tell you. I got the
She had just finished getting dressed when her phone rang. Checking, she didn’t recognise the number and ignored it. She hated answering the phone and would only answer it for someone she knew. Almost as soon as it stopped ringing, it started again. The same number. She stared at the phone. Nope. Not answering it. Would it ever stop ringing? She wouldn’t answer it but she couldn’t ignore it either. She just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone and willing it to go silent. Finally, it stopped, the silence shocking.
The silence was short-lived. The phone buzzed, letting her know she had a text message. She edged towards it, noting that the message was from the same number yet again. Someone was persistent. Persistently annoying.
The message read, “Answer your phone, sweetheart.”
She had only just finished reading it when the phone rang again. She gave a pathetically girlie squeak and jumped back. Ethan had called her sweetheart earlier, perhaps it was him. Maybe someone had given him her number. It seemed unlikely though. She really didn’t want to answer. If it was him, she’d only make a fool of herself again. If it wasn’t, then she wasn’t sure she wanted to know who it was.
She waited, heart pounding, for the phone to stop ringing and then she picked it up. She opened the text message again and hit reply.
“Who is this?” she sent, going for the direct approach.
Silence for a moment. The phone buzzed again.
“Your admirer. Answer your phone.” Not bloody likely.
Scowling, she typed, “I hate phones and I never answer them. What’s your name?”
Another buzz. “I’ll tell you if you answer your phone.”
Immediately afterwards, the phone rang yet again. Startled, she practically threw her phone. It shot across the room and landed on the floor. No way was she answering it. Her Freak-O-Meter was screaming at her and she didn’t want to play this game. Finally, the phone fell silent before buzzing with one final text.
“See you later, sweetheart. Wear your new necklace for me.”
Chapter 7
She hadn't answered her phone. He hadn't anticipated that. He had watched as she'd taken the box inside her home. He had hoped that she'd open it where he could watch her reaction but he had been disappointed. Instead he'd gone home and called her, hoping to talk, but she had refused to answer. Once they were together, she'd answer the phone when he called.
He'd heard her speaking with the goth girl at work earlier and he knew that they had plans for the evening. He also knew when and where. Maybe she'd be wearing the necklace. Perhaps he'd drop by and see for himself. She didn't know him yet and the place would be busy. He could watch her and stay out of sight. He couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening.
Chapter 8
The taxi driver was a middle aged man. Human. He didn’t seem particularly nervous to be talking to the police. Ethan had briefly considered that this could be their man but it didn’t seem likely. The scent was wrong and his wolf snoozed in the back of his mind. Of course, his wolf was still refusing to talk to him so he wouldn't get any help there. A quick background check had revealed that the driver had lived here all his life. He seemed a perfectly average human being. Nothing about him screamed ‘Murderer’.
“So you definitely picked up Becca Jones and took her to her home?” Leo asked, leaning against the man's car.
“Yeah, I mean it was months ago. I only remember because of all the fuss about her disappearing right afterwards. Police came and talked to me then.” The taxi driver shrugged. “It’s a shame, nice girl like that. I just don’t know anything that can help.”
“And you took her to her home?” Leo asked.
The driver nodded. “Yeah.”
“Yet her sisters say she never came home,” Leo pointed out.
“Look, mate,” the taxi driver said. “I don’t know what to tell you. I got the
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