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ringing.”
    Tilting his head, he sniffed the air. His eyebrows drew together with what appeared to be true concern. His eyes turned the deepest shade of gold. “Let’s move this to my cabin. I don’t think we’re alone out here.”

 
     
     
Chapter Five
     
     
    Bobbie wrapped herself in a flannel sheet from Grant’s queen-sized bed and met him in the kitchen, the sharp aroma of brewing coffee dragging her into the room. After a long night of making love, she needed the caffeine more than she wanted to admit. Rough sex equaled tiring sex. While he poured the black brew into two sturdy glass mugs, she studied the small one-story split log cabin. “Quaint.”
    “Each of the grown siblings in my family has a house on the four corners of the property, and then we have a special cabin in the middle for visitors. Mom, Dad, and the youngest two live in town.”
    There was a map tacked to the wall over a neat desk. The property lines were outlined in black. “A bear reserve so to speak?”
    “You could call it that. Sometimes we allow other shifters who want a safe place to bring their cubs to teach them the ways of their pack. Things they want to happen in private.”
    “Bears don’t do packs.”
    “True, but we are still loyal to our families. And our mates if we decide to take one.”
    “Ah, yes. The soulmate theory.”
    “You think it’s just a theory?”
    She re-tucked the blanket firmly around her nakedness. “Finding that one special person and mating for life? I don’t think so. The best we can hope for is moderately good sex and someone who doesn’t make us want to jump off a balcony head first.”
    He handed her a mug. “Cynical.”
    Bobbie shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to continue with the conversation of fated mates. She stopped in front of a shelf lined with framed photographs. “Wow. Your family really is humongous. How did your mom do all this?”
    “Bear mating with bear usually results in multiples. Poor Mom hit the jackpot with three sets of fraternal twins. That’s my older brother Ray and his twin Carter. Carter should be back from a rig job next week. That’s my twin Caroline. And you know the boys.” He wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her firmly against his body. The comfort worked out any tension left from the earlier topic. “Tell me about your family.”
    “Just me and Mom before she passed away. She left my dad when I was little. She didn’t like the bear life. I don’t blame her.”
    “Where’s your dad?”
    “Down in the Appalachians somewhere. Probably with soulmate number two and more cubs than he knows what to do with.”
    “Doesn’t anyone up here have any information?”
    “Probably, but I don’t ask, and they don’t offer.”
    “How do you know you wouldn’t like the bear life if you’ve never really experienced it?”
    “Wow, look at the time. I probably need to be going. Those donuts don’t bake themselves.”
    Grant held her tightly and placed a kiss on her neck. “I was thinking we could have some fun before you go this morning.”
    Bobbie nestled her butt against his groin and wiggled. “I’m up for more fun.”
    “Good. I have the best fishing hole on the property.”
    It unnerved her that sometimes they had two different conversations at once. “What now?”
    “Time for another lesson.”
    “Another test while we’re in the middle of all this real fun?”
    “Don’t you like what happens when you pass a test?” He slid his rough hand into her blanket and found her sex. He teased her clit until his finger and her sex were wet.
    She dropped her head back against his chest. She used her own hand to guide his finger deep inside her. “Yes.”
    He withdrew his finger and stepped away, leaving her aching.
    “Good. Go put your boots on. Since I tore your tank, you can borrow one of my shirts.”
    Bobbie stared into the depths of her coffee, and something stirred in her gut. Not the ball of anger that had been her constant