Page 12 of Saved By the Grizzly Bear

“It’s not so bad. You get used to the cold. Buy better winter gear, spend some time inside.”

“Maybe.”

“Where to now?” I ask her as I pull out of the parking lot.

“Back to the resort, I guess. I need to play nice with my parents for a bit, especially if I’m going to skip out on dinner tonight.”

I hate driving her back to them, but I nod, doing as she asks.

She’ll be back with us soon enough, I reassure my bear before he can start to argue.

We make small talk on the drive back, and I have to force myself to let her go when we pull up in front of the resort.

“I’ll see you in a bit,” she says as I open the truck door for her outside of the resort.

“Yep. Six o’clock. I’ll pick you up out front,” I confirm.

“See you.”

She leans up, brushing a kiss against my cheek and I grip the door of my truck tighter so that I don’t grab her and drag her against me for a better taste.

Then she’s turning and walking into the resort. I watch her go before I hop into my truck and head to the Mountain Rescue Headquarters.

It’s time for me to come up with a plan to win my fated mate.

FIVE

Morgan

Alec picks me up right on time, and I smile as he opens the passenger door for me.

“How was your afternoon?” He asks as he slides behind the wheel, and we take off out of the parking lot.

“Long. My parents were upset that they couldn’t find me earlier. They yelled at me for a bit and then left to have dinner somewhere in town.”

“So, we shouldn’t go anywhere in town then?” He asks, giving me a worried look.

“Probably not.”

“Well, there’s a few places nearby, or we can go to my house and I can cook for us,” he offers.

I love that he’s always checking in with me, always looking out for me. I haven’t had someone do that since Susan, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.

“Can we just go to your house?” I ask, and he nods.

“Of course.”

He turns away from town, and I look out the window as we drive down some dirt roads. The houses here in Aspen Ridge are spread out, but we pass by a few as we make our way further up the mountain.

A few minutes later, we pull up outside of a beautiful two-story cabin. It’s a log cabin with two wrap-around porches, one on the ground level and one on the second story. This is my dream house, and I sigh longingly as I look at it.

“You don’t like it?” He asks, and I turn to face him.

“No, I love it. I would kill to live in a place like this,” I tell him as he parks, and he climbs out.

“Wait, let me get your door. There might be some ice.”

He hurries around to my side and takes my hand as I get out of his truck.

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