Page 26 of Hunny and the Bear

Too bad that was likely long gone.

Tank’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his lips turning down into a frown. “I told you I’d take care of you, darlin’.”

“Which is very sweet of you, Henry. But I need to support myself, eventually. What if you get sick of me? Or fall in love with someone? You won’t want me around then, mooching off you.”

Suddenly, Hunny felt a brief stab of jealousy, quickly followed by a flash of fury that some unnamed, hypotheticalbeotchwould catch Tank’s attention. Then he wouldn’t carry Hunny, or hold her in his arms when she felt sad, or let her use his hair as fur for a nest.

Okay, that last one hadn’t happened—yet—but it never would if he fell in love with some skanky bitch.

Just as suddenly as those thoughts formed, they fled, leaving Hunny feeling confused, horrified with herself, and furious about this hypothetical situation.

What had gotten into her?

Huffing in exasperation, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking away from Tank before she said or did something stupid. She felt like an idiot for being so pissed off. It had to be pregnancy hormones, right? She might only be a few weeks along, at the most, but compared to humans, that would put her at around six weeks.

Was this when the overwhelming emotions set in? She’d already cried a lot, had a panic attack, and now she was pissed off overnothing. It had to be.

“We’ll see about finding you work within the clan. Murphy needs a receptionist,” Tank suggested.

Yeah, if he lets me stay here, she thought grumpily.

“Fine,” she snipped. That was just as good, anyway. Most people were completely oblivious to the supernatural world, and she didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention to this bear clan by working among humans. Or to herself, for that matter.

“What’s wrong?” Tank asked immediately, moving one hand from the wheel and placing it on her thigh. It was warm, and heat spread through her jeans and to her skin, the simple touch calming her down until she only felt embarrassment for her wayward feelings.

If this was how her entire pregnancy would progress, she was doomed. And poor Tank, he’d probably swear off women and babies forever after putting up with her through it all.

Tank squeezed her thigh, waiting for her answer.

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Hunny—”

Hunny ran a hand down her face to hide it momentarily. “It’s nothing I want to talk about right now because I’m being stupid and emotional, and if I bring up why I feel like this, I’ll either laugh at howstupidI am or cry because you’ll think I’m a lunatic.”

Ugh, she even sounded crazy!

She sent Tank a look out of the corner of her eye, waiting to see if he’d comment.

All he did was grunt in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes firmly on the road and his hand on her leg as he drove.

She looked at his side profile in surprise. “That’s it? You’re not going to pry me for details?”

He squeezed her thigh again. “Not if it’ll make you cry.”

Her eyes narrowed threateningly. “Are you implying that if I tell you what upset me, youwillthink I’m a lunatic?”

“I walked right into that,” Tank muttered under his breath, sending her an apologetic look a second later.

Lips twitching, and no longer in a shitty mood, Hunny asked, “Do you go into town often?”

Tank grimaced. “No. I hate engaging with people.”

“Humans specifically?”

“Anyone.”

“Why?”

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