Bedded by the Bear: A Shifters in Love Fun & Flirty Romance (Mystic Bay Book 6) by Isadora Montrose & Shifters in Love

Author:Isadora Montrose & Shifters in Love [Montrose, Isadora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Isadora Montrose
Published: 2018-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Mitchell~

This morning under a dull gray sky and with a persistent drizzle falling, Mystic Bay did not look quite as inviting as it had yesterday. Still Zoë perked up a bit as he eased their launch into a berth in the town marina. He tied up the Zephyr and Zoë scrambled onto the dock before the attendant could amble over.

She leaned over, hands on her hips, gulping air. Mitchell had to admit that she didn’t look great. Her red raincoat was soaked. Around the hood, wet curls were plastered to her pale face. And her bare hands were blue with cold. Their ride from Bear Lookout had been both choppier and chillier than yesterday’s.

Probably he should have put his foot down and left her at the cabin. In fact, if she was going to suffer from seasickness or morning sickness as part of her pregnancy, he was going to have to do something about the launch.

They needed something more sedate with a closed cabin. This morning’s run had been zero fun for Zoë and a pain in the ass for him. The vessel simply did not handle as well at slow speeds. And Zoë did not handle fast ones at all.

As soon as he had concluded the negotiations for the dock rental, Zoë turned to the dripping attendant. Unlike Zoë, Harvey was wearing yellow oilskins. The rolled collar of a heavy sweater peeped out from his neckline. That dude was probably roasting.

Zoë gave Harvey a real smile. “Is there somewhere I can buy a slicker like yours?”

“Sure.” Harvey’s yellow arm waved them up the slope to the ridge where the buildings began. “We have a general store and a marine outfitter. Right on Main Street. Can’t miss them.”

“We’ll go there,” Mitchell assured her, “Just as soon as we pick up our license.”

Zoë didn’t answer. She just set off. The hill wasn’t particularly steep, and it wasn’t far to Main St. But even he didn’t think that was why she rejected his hand. His little fiancée was pissed. Cold and pissed. He was going to have to upgrade that boat pronto.

The town hall was a modest red-brick building with sandstone steps, a bit fancier than the wooden Victorian buildings on either side. Zoë marched right past it. The drizzle had made the sidewalks treacherous, but she still wouldn’t let him take her hand.

Nicholson’s Marine Outfitters was right across the street, but she ignored it just as she was ignoring him. But she stopped dead transfixed by a plate glass window. Some sort of art gallery had three oil paintings grouped together on easels in its front window.

“Look,” she said urgently.

At least she was speaking to him. He looked. Three forest scenes looked back at him. Literally. The trees were full of eyes. Of life. It appeared to be the Old Forest. The artist had captured the essence and atmosphere of those ancient trees. Before he could remark on this, Zoë had trotted through the automatic door.

A petite blonde woman about the same height as Zoë glided toward them, her plump face serene and welcoming.

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