Bear to the Rescue(Bear Claw Security Book 3)

By: Terry Bolryder


Her eyes widened, but then he just gave her an innocent shrug and pressed their floor button.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Upstairs to talk about this. About what’s really going on.”

She lowered her gaze, feeling slightly guilty for not telling them upfront what was happening. “It’s not a big deal. I didn’t think I needed to mention it.”

“Not a big deal? That’s why you were running like a bat out of hell?” he asked.

She frowned. “Well, you’d run too if you were me and you saw a guy hiding by your car.”

“There was a guy?” he asked.

“Why did you think I ran?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I couldn’t see anything but your flailing, now that I think about it. Damn, I should have gone after him.” He scratched his head.

She was mildly flattered. He’d really have gone after the guy? Bronson was the protector of the crew, but she hadn’t thought he’d care particularly about her. Especially with how rude she was most of the time.

“Wait, what were you doing following me anyway?”

Bronson bit his lip and laughed nervously. It was a funny sight, seeing such a big, self-assured man looking guilty. “Well, I was just worried, seeing as Limes’s mate was nearly kidnapped down there.”

“She was?” Regan asked. “Why wasn’t I told?”

“She had stalkers,” Bronson said. “So it was a different situation.”

“But you still followed me…” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I followed you, okay?” he said tersely. “And apparently, it was a good idea.” The elevator dinged, but he pressed the button to keep the doors closed so he could finish their conversation. “And now we’re going in there and figuring out just how much protection you need.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “Yeah, I should probably have an escort in the garage, but I’ll be okay.” Well, that might have been a lie, but the last thing she wanted was to get all dependent on one of these men.

Men left when they wanted to. The best thing was to not fall for one, and then you wouldn’t be left holding the bad end of the deal when they walked away.

“You’re not fine,” he said. “I’ve sensed something was off since you’ve been here. Maybe something is bothering you that made you eager to work here. The good news is we can definitely help.”

There it went again. Those stupid warm fuzzies when a man was being caring. It was too easy to be tricked by that, like her mom had been.

“Fine,” she said. “But let’s keep it professional.”

“I will,” he said. “You’re the one who made it personal by rummaging in my past.”

“Fine,” she said. “That was a mistake. But from here on out, business.” She stuck out a hand for him to shake, which he did, with one raised eyebrow.

“Sure,” he said.

Then they awkwardly walked out of the elevator together. She knew she was being touchy, but she had to stay distant. Bronson as usual was already overwhelming.

Bronson being all alpha and protective was more than the bear in her could take.





Chapter 2





Hercules looked up as they walked back into the office. Bronson was still shaken by how freaked out Regan had been. She was always calm, always sarcastic. It had been so weird to see her all panicked and running.

Running right into his arms, where he tried not to think about her soft curves mashed up against him as she tried to wail on him with her hands.

Damn, even the memory got him going. Both his adrenaline in wanting to protect her and his testosterone in wanting to take her. He told himself it was just because she was a female bear shifter and they were rare and it was normal to be attracted.

But if he were honest, it seemed to be much more.

“You okay?” Hercules asked as Bronson gently pushed Regan ahead of him into the main office.

“Where’s Cage?” Bronson asked.

Hercules grinned. “He’s in his office. He and Carrie are… taking lunch.”

Bronson laughed. “Of course they are. Well, wouldn’t want to disturb them. Still, we need a meeting. Will you join us in conference room one?”

“Sure,” Hercules said. “Let me just log out.” He shut off the computer he’d been using and followed them back to the main conference room.

When they were in, they shut the door. Bronson took a seat at the head of the table and pulled a chair out for Regan, who sat in it with a heavy sigh.

Busted. She definitely had a secret.

“What’s going on?” Hercules asked, taking a seat on the other side of the table.

“Regan needs a protection detail,” Bronson said. “And she’s going to give us the info now.”

Regan looked up hopefully, curls bouncing. “Hercules could do it.”

Bronson’s eyes narrowed. “No. Hercules is still in training. Still learning the ropes.”

Hercules shrugged mildly. “What the boss says goes.”

“I’m not lugging that around with me,” she said, gesturing to Bronson with a scowl.

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