Bear to the Rescue(Bear Claw Security Book 3)

By: Terry Bolryder
Chapter 1

Bronson felt a prickle of anticipation as he put his hand on the cold chrome doorknob of the new tech girl’s office. He hesitated, not sure if the feeling was dread or excitement.

Bronson was used to having an easy time with people. He was simple, straightforward. He spoke his mind as he saw it and generally told people what he wanted and when.

He liked people, and people generally liked him.

Simple. No problem.

Except nothing was simple with Regan, the sassy new tech girl they’d hired on as a replacement while their usual guy was on his honeymoon.

Bronson took a deep breath, opened the door, and tossed a file onto Regan’s desk. She barely looked up from her current screen. There were at least three monitors on her desk at any one time, and she switched between them easily and without distraction.

Bronson didn’t know how she kept them all straight.

“Bronson,” she said flatly. She had very short curly hair, mostly black but with little curls here and there that had been dyed blue. It was a good look with her natural deep tan and her extremely striking jade-green eyes.

She also shared Lime’s love of punk fashion, often wearing tight, black ensembles with skinny jeans that hugged her curves and boots.

Bronson had been drawn to her from the moment they’d met.

“Regan,” he said calmly, leaning against a filing cabinet. “How are you doing on the Salazar case?”

“Business as usual,” she said. “Still fixing some weak spots and helping their security team build a better infrastructure that will be more immune to cracking. And then it’ll take a lot more testing after that.”

Bronson wrinkled his nose and waved a hand. “You know I don’t know the jargon.”

She turned to him with a grin, something sparkling in her green eyes. “Right,” she said, “You’re just the muscle. Or are you?”

She turned a screen toward him, and he was taken aback by what he saw. It was a picture of him when he was younger, on one of the rare days he’d been home from boarding school and spent some time with the family.

Before everything went wrong.

He narrowed his eyes at the screen, seeing other images and windows of text.

“So you’ve been stalking me?” He shook his head and then flashed her a grin that would have had most women melting. “Regan, I didn’t think you cared.”

She snorted. “It’s not hard,” she said. “Just a reverse Google image search.”

He frowned. “Great. Well, it’s good the rest of my family shares my inability to care about technology, because they’ve left me alone so far.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why did you leave them anyway?” She gestured to the monitor and then pulled a chair in front of it and propped up her booted feet. Her curvy legs looked luscious in tight leggings, her upper body in a low tank top covered by a fringed leather jacket.

She was all woman and all curves, and Bronson wanted her.

But this wasn’t the time to fall for an employee. Especially since she’d done nothing but verbally spar with him since she’d shown up. Well, and stalk him online apparently. Should he be flattered by that?

But she was still waiting for an answer about why he’d left his family.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I wanted to make my own way,” he said.

“Interesting,” she said, folding her arms, making the sleeves of her leather jacket squeak. “Except that’s not really the case, is it? You used family money to start this place, right? You had a career in the military, but let’s be honest; it doesn’t pay well enough to buy a place like this outright, and there’s no lien on the building.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. Damn, she was sharp. Like Limes, the other hacker, who also bugged the hell out of him.

“Fine,” he said. “I inherited from my grandfather. It wasn’t my choice, but I decided to do something good with it. The rest is invested.” He folded his arms and glared down at her. “What, you have a problem with rich people?”

Her eyes nervously darted over his body, and he suppressed a grin. He had one thing on her that he’d never had on Limes. Even if she’d never admit it.

Regan was a bear shifter, like him, and she definitely liked his bod.

“Uh, no,” she said, putting her legs down and turning back to her desk. “Just as long as you admit it.” She picked up the file he’d brought her. “What’s this?”

“Another security breach issue. Should be simple again and leave you some extra time to stalk people.” He pushed off the wall and walked over to her, crowding her in against the desk, one hand on either side of the computer. He surrounded her small, curvy body, loving the spicy vanilla scent of her hair.

The slight tension at his presence. The arousal in the air.

He could sense all of it, and he liked it.

“You’re, um….” She squirmed slightly in the chair, too aware of his closeness. “Well, I wasn’t stalking. But I knew you had secrets…” She trailed off, biting her lip.

He moved to the side of the desk, leaning on it and putting his body on display, all hard abs and broad shoulders, and watched her eyes slowly make their way over every ridge.

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