Pacific Northwest Werebears(38)

Walking into the trailer, she had to let her eyes adjust to the interior. She realized her sunglasses were on so she pulled them off and tucked them into her shirt pocket.

Wyatt didn’t spare her a glance, when he pointed to a table and said, “I’ll grab us some grub, I’ll be right back,” then turned toward a swinging door that must have been the kitchen. She saw there were already trays of food out in a long buffet in the middle of the room. Smelled like enchiladas, Jinger’s tummy gave a growl. Yeah that wasn’t embarrassing.

A few minutes passed and she saw Wyatt returning with two heaping trays of food. He set one down in front of her and one across and sat down.

“Wanted to make sure you had something fresh, these guys can be savages in here.”

Looking down at her plate she saw it was mounded with enchiladas covered in red sauce, Spanish rice and what looked to be real homemade refried beans. Still staring at her plate she said, “This looks delicious, thank you.”

Jinger saw Wyatt’s sunglasses hit the table when he tossed them down. She wanted to see what color his eyes were, but was almost afraid to look, he was already too pretty for her. She wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he had good eyes.

“Gingersnap,” she heard a whispered call.

“Hmm,” she answered starting to poke at her food.

“Jinger, hey I just want to be friends. Nothing hinkey, just friends. We both deal with the forests, it would be good to have a, what did you call it, professional working relationship.” She could almost hear the chuckle in his voice.

Taking a deep breath to answer him, she looked up and saw the most amazing green eyes. They were the color of the forest, dark and alight with something she couldn’t name. The edges were almost yellow, brighter than the middle of his iris. Beautiful.

Damn, his eyes were pretty. Which made him unholy gorgeous in her book.

Wyatt was looking at her now with a crinkle in his forehead, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Wyatt saw eyes that were not quite blue, more grey and they were warm and concerned. He felt himself falling into those grey eyes. His heart was pounding, he couldn’t pull in air. His vision, hell his whole world was focused on the eyes in front of him. His soul ached, his bear roared in his head.

“Wyatt? Are you alright,” she asked starting to get a little concerned. Those green eyes were staring back at her in shock and awe. There was no other word for it.

Wyatt looked like he was trying to shake himself out of his stupor for a moment then a low growl rumbled out of his chest.

“Mine.”





Chapter 5




Jinger must have heard him wrong. Maybe he was talking about his food. ‘Mine’ was not your typical response to ‘Are you alright? What if he was diabetic and his insulin was low, that would explain it, she thought.

She watched him swallow over and over as his eyes kept scanning her up and down. Looking at her like he hadn’t already spent hours with her today. Like he had never seen her before. She was starting to get uncomfortable.

“Wyatt, you’re staring. Is something wrong?”

Wyatt was trying to get words to form, something other than the blurted ‘mine’ which was mostly his bear’s fault. His animal was roaring inside his head, he wanted out. He wanted out, because his mate, HIS MATE, was sitting across the table from him. Right now, this very second. He’d been with her most of the day and it wasn’t until their eyes met that his world stopped spinning, the lightning flashed through his soul and he knew.

She was his, his One. This wasn’t possible, Cage had just found his mate and now him. After all these years of waiting and they both find their mates within a few weeks of each other? Were the fates just messing with them?

He wanted to reach across the table and pull her into his lap. He wanted to nuzzle her neck and soak up as much of her sweet scent as he could. His bear wanted to mark her, claim her. He understood and tried to calm his animal. They had to approach this slowly, cautiously, they didn’t want to scare her away. Not after waiting so long to find her.

“Um, sorry, you have very pretty eyes. I was a bit taken back how they are almost grey not blue.”

Nice one brainiac, he thought.

“Oh, thank you,” she said with a blush, looking back at her food. She forked a bite into her mouth and chewed while looking out the window. She really didn’t want to look back at him. It was too hard to look away once they connected. Weird. His eyes were intense or maybe it was just the way he was looking at her that was intense. Either way, she didn’t want to seem like she was the one staring.

Wyatt sat across trying to figure out what to say next, and how to quiet his bear who was still clawing on the inside to get out. He instead decided to stick to the meal and weather. That was something he didn’t have to focus too hard on and he’d be able to keep control of the animal within.