Axman Werebear (Saw Bears Book 5) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-05-14T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Diem was humming with excitement by the time she saw the first truck picking its way down from the landing. The foliage here was so thick she could only catch glimpses of each truck as they passed through the trees, and when she saw Bruiser’s old clunker third in line coming home, she grinned big enough to crack her face open.

A mixture of nerves and happiness filled her. The uncertainty came from not knowing if they would be as comfortable with each other after ten hours apart, but her excitement overshadowed her doubt.

Brooke waved from across the dirt road as she plodded carefully down the porch steps of her and Tagan’s trailer. Diem waved back and jogged toward her to wait for the crew to return from a long day cutting lumber.

Absently, she waved to the others who drove by like a sexy lumberjack parade, but her eyes drifted time and time again to the nose of Bruiser’s truck. He pulled in front of his trailer, and she bolted for the driver’s side.

He threw open the door, and his gaze collided with hers. Smiling dark eyes and a big old grin just for her, and she was running straight for his outstretched arms. Not even the dirt smears on his cheeks and arms took away from how sexy the man was.

He bent and caught her, then lifted her off her feet and spun in a lazy circle. “Damn, woman, it’s sure good to come home to a greeting like that at the end of a long day.”

She giggled and gave him a half-hearted swat as he nuzzled her neck. “You’re getting me all dirty.”

“Good,” he rumbled against her throat as he gave her biting kisses upward toward her ear. “I need to get you used to this. You aren’t in some fancy dancy mansion anymore, D.”

A soft rumble emanated from her, and he drew back as if he’d been slapped. “Was that her?” he asked in a shocked voice.

Pursing her lips to ward off the embarrassment, Diem nodded.

“Mmm, my sexy dragon,” Bruiser murmured.

He nibbled her bottom lip until she melted against him and the rattling growl came from her again. “You know,” she teased. “Most men would be terrified of that sound coming from a woman he was kissing.”

“Not me. I like my woman dangerous.”

She laughed at the idea that he found her dangerous. She was pretty much the worst dragon ever. Father and her half-brothers were terrifying, but Diem was a newborn kitten compared to them.

“Guess what?” she asked coyly.

“What?”

“I cooked dinner for you.”

Bruiser jerked his strong chin back as his eyes went round. “What? You cooked for me?”

“I did.” And it was at that moment the smell of smoke hit her nostrils. And apparently Bruiser’s, too, because he inhaled deeply and shot a worried look at his trailer.

“Oh, no!” Diem wiggled out of his arms and sprinted for the porch.

Inside, spaghetti-flavored smoke billowed from the skillet on the stove, and she yelped in panic as she pulled it onto a cool coil and rushed to turn off the knob.

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