Mallory's Bears(67)

She should’ve guessed after finding out that werebears existed. There’d been clues. The way Kid ate such large amounts. The way she’d always thought of him as a big teddy bear. The way his hands had always reminded her of paws. His big booming laugh that echoed like a roar around a room.

“So? Baby, are you mad?” Gunner offered her a weak smile. “Can you forgive us? Again?”

How could she be angry at them? They’d had no choice but to keep his secret. “No. I’m not angry. In fact, I think it’s really good.”

“Why’s that?” Kid preened. “Other than the fact that it makes me special, too? More so than before, of course.”

“Because now I have not two, but three bears of my own.” She lifted her glass of tea. “Here’s a toast. To all my men.”

They put their glasses together as Rick added, “To us. To all of Mallory’s bears.”

Mallory’s bears. Yeah, I like the sound of that.





THE END