Don't Moose With Her (Bearbank Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

buzzed. The sounds of the pub washed over her. Her friends were right, she should speak to the police the next day. It was probably nothing, just some guy overstepping boundaries. Still, the Shifter Stalker did appear to be in the area and it was better safe than sorry. She had no intention of meeting up with any strangers but she wasn’t sure exactly how the infamous Shifter Stalker abducted his victims. She didn’t really want to be alone for a while.
    “We could always kill your admirer,” Katie said, hand motioning across her throat.
    “We don't know who he is,” Fiona pointed out. Ever the voice of reason. Somewhat slurred reason right now, but reason nonetheless.
    Katie waved her hand in the air. “Mere details. We can find out. Then we can kill him. Plus, you know, carnivore,” she said, pointing at herself. “I can eat him and then there's no evidence.”
    “I'm not sure he's done anything to deserve Death By Katie,” Dana said, smiling. “But we can bear it in mind.” Sometimes it paid to have carnivorous friends. Okay, so she probably wouldn't allow her friend to eat anyone for her but it was nice to have options, right?
    “I need another drink,” Katie announced, frowning at her empty glass.
    “Same again?” Dana asked, standing to go to the bar. The girl had just offered to eat someone for her, least she could do was buy her a drink. Waiting at the bar for the drinks, she felt someone behind her. It could have been anyone but she knew. Only one person made her feel so hot and bothered just by being there.
    “Hello again, sweetheart,” his voice came from right behind her ear, the vibrations making her shiver.
    She span around to face him and found herself closer than she realized. Yet again, she found herself incapable of speech, as she stared at him and breathed him in. He was in casual clothes this time, black jeans and a black leather jacket. Just as she’d pictured him earlier. The jacket was open and she could see that his black t-shirt was taut across his chest. She swallowed hard. There was absolutely no doubt. This was her mate. His nostrils flared slightly as he stared at her.
    “Cat got your tongue?” he asked, smiling at her. “It’s making the wolf jealous.”
    Flustered, she blushed furiously. What the heck was she supposed to do with him? Or at least what was she supposed to do that wouldn't get her arrested when in a public place? Something about him just threw her off balance. Stupid mating hormones.
    He quirked an eyebrow at her. A sexy, sexy eyebrow. “You know, I’ve been dying to ask. Deer, right?”
    Dear what? Oh, right. Deer. Her inner animal. He was asking what kind of shifter she was. She knew the answer to this one. Halle-bloomin-lujah! Taking a breath, she blurted “Moose.”
    He looked a little surprised but then shrugged and smiled. “Cool.”
    She racked her brain for something to say. Between the mating hormones and the vodka, her brain was mush. Nope. Nothing in there right now. As excruciatingly awkward as the conversation was, and as much as she desperately wanted to run away, she quite perversely didn’t want it to end. A fine time to realize that she was a masochist. Think, Brain! There must be something vaguely intelligent she could say. Something impressive. All that sprang to mind was an image of Winnie the Pooh, tapping his head and saying ‘think, think, think.’ Followed by ‘Oh bother.’
    “Oh bother?” Ethan asked.
    Uh oh, she said that out loud, didn’t she? Here she was, face to face with her hunkalicious mate and she was quoting Winnie the Pooh. First impressions weren’t that important, right? Of course, this was actually a second impression and was so far managing to be worse than the first. Dagnabbit.
    “Dagnabbit?”
    She said that aloud too, didn’t she? She tried squeezing her eyes shut and hoping it all went away. An alcohol induced dream maybe. If you glossed over the fact that she was awake and not actually drunk. An