Unbearable Fear: Bears of Aria by ML Guida

Author:ML Guida [Guida, ML]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press
Published: 2018-10-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Walfea stared at the flickering fire, reviewing everything Sandra had said. He got up out of the recliner and poured himself another whiskey. He was getting to really like the smooth amber drink.

Usually in cases like this, he’d talk it over with Dech. But his brother wasn’t here.

He was on his own.

He returned to the recliner. His hand trembling, he tossed back the whiskey. Heat flooded through him. He was more convinced than ever that Steve was up to his neck in terrorizing Skye, a mistake he’d lived to regret.

He and Dech had always been a pair solving cases. He hadn’t performed any type of security since Sutois. He was worse than a green recruit. He was damaged. Second guesses weren’t allowed in this business.

Sandra and Skye were depending upon him. What if they were placing all the cookies in the wrong jar?

Sandra yawned and stretched out her arms. “If you don’t mind, the whiskey is hitting me. I haven’t slept for at least twenty-four hours. I’m going to go to bed.”

Skye gave Sandra a big hug. “Of course. Sleep tight. You’re safe tonight.”

Sandra unwound herself. She glanced at Walfea as if she wasn’t sure. “I hope so.”

“Don’t worry. You are.” Walfea sipped his drink and put his feet up on the ottoman as if he hadn’t a worry in the world. A big fat lie.

“Goodnight.” Sandra waved her hand then headed down the hallway to a spare bedroom that was across from the master bedroom.

Skye settled back into the sofa. “Your arrogance never fails to amuse me.”

“You don’t trust me?” He couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice.

“I just pray you’re not underestimating Hector.”

“I’m not.”

Her penetrating gaze made him wonder if she guessed his insecurity. He was the first one to look away. The whiskey churned in his gut. He was her mate. His job was to protect her, to convince her that he was the big bad bear–not a cowering cub.

Skye grabbed her crutches.

“What are you doing?”

She hopped up onto one leg. “I’m going to make myself a drink, then I’m going to go to bed.”

“I’ll make you a drink.” He headed for the counter.

“You’re sure Hector can’t get to us?”

“Yes, I have an alarm system securely around the house.”

“Hector can easily dismantle a security system.”

“Not this one. There’s no wires and if he tries to enter, he’ll be shocked, unable to move.”

“We have…”

“No, you don’t. The security system is based on body temperature, specifically yours, mine, and Sandra’s.

“Another security weapon from Aria?”

He handed her the drink. “Yes.”

Their hands brushed over each other. Rather than moving to the recliner, he sat next to her on the overstuffed coach, wanting to be close.

She offered a weary smile and stared at the roaring fire. “Good. I don’t think Sandra could handle another confrontation with Hector.”

“Or you.” He gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. He was surprised how badly his hand was trembling.

“Or me.” She sipped her drink.

When she lowered her glass, Walfea clasped her chin, turning her to face him.

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