halt in the doorway to stare at the vision before him. Her hair was desperately trying to escape the messy knot she’d tied up, and her hips were swaying to the soft music he heard coming through the speakers overhead. She was dancing and holy shit was it fucking sexy. So damn sexy he had to press a hand to his cock to try to keep from coming in his jeans right then and there.
She began to sing along with a song that he didn’t know, and he could tell that she didn’t know he was there, yet. She was holding the broom in her hand and singing into it. He was a little saddened, however, when she whipped around with it and stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh shit.” She was looking at him with wide eyes. “Uhm, hi?” she asked instead of said. She brushed one of her sweat-drenched curls back behind her ear so she could look up at him. “I could lie and say I don’t do this often, but I don’t lie. This is every day, twice a day. When I’m cleaning, I find it goes faster if I’m singing and dancing.”
“I like it,” he told her. Moving closer, he put a hand on the broom in her hands and cupped her cheek gently. “You’re damn sexy doing it, too. But why don’t you let me do the sweeping. If you keep it up, I’m going to make a mess in my jeans that is going to be difficult and awkward to explain to anyone that notices.”
Her gaze drifted down and to his cock that was barely being restrained by the jeans. Fucking hell, when had a woman’s look become something that would make him even harder? “Oh,” was all she said, her attention still on the front of his jeans. He watched her as she lifted her eyes quickly. Her cheeks were completely red. “Thank you?” There she was with the question again. She passed him the broom and gave him a grin once more. “So, how are you doing today?”
“It’s only been a few hours, Alaska. Not much really happened in that time.” Moving to the corner, he began to work his way methodically through the kitchen with the broom. “The better question is how are you doing since your exciting morning of nearly being kidnapped, running into me, and subsequent full shift at work?”
She shrugged. “I would be feeling much better if they had any idea who it was that tried to kidnap me. I’m just glad I had cops here all day, because I swear I felt like I’ve been watched all day long. Hate that feeling, hate it even more because someone wants me and knows what I am. I’ve kept fairly under the radar on what I am, so for someone to know kind of freaks me out. Ya know?”
“In this town, everyone knows who’s who. It’s not that hard to find out the information if you know where to go to eavesdrop on the busybodies. Any other town or city you wouldn’t have that issue, but this is Shifter Falls. The name kind of lends to the concept, though our ancestors did work on downplaying it a bit.” Looking around, he spotted the dustpan and quickly got his pile into the garbage bin. After stowing the broom where she indicated, he quickly washed his hands and rejoined her. “The sheriff will find who’s after you, Alaska. Until then, consider me your after-hours bodyguard. I am honored to offer you my services of guarding this fine body you have.”
She began to snicker, then full-out laughed. Damn, she laughed a real laugh, one that was from her gut. He fucking loved it. “Ah, so I get to have you for my own during our nights? Does that mean you are coming to my home or am I coming to yours?” Why was she going so easily with this? He wondered briefly. From all he had heard, she hated bears, deeply.
“Well, I was thinking yours. You’d be more comfortable in familiar surroundings, but then I considered that if the guy that tried to grab you knew who and what you were he might know where you live. Which then led me to think you should stay at my place. The only problem with that is I’m a guy, and a bachelor, and I’m not big on decorating. I have all the essentials, but