Page 14 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

But my brain?My brain is malfunctioning.

Because Carina is clearly puzzled by whatever bits of conversation she overheard, and it’s just another reminder of why humans and supes don’t mix.

And yet, here I am. Staring at her like an idiot. Frozen solid, like some kind of overgrown deer in headlights.

Worse? My traitorous gaze drops—completely unbidden—to her tits.

Shit.

Not my fault. It’s just her shirt stretches just right when she leans forward, and it’s got me wondering.

Are her nipples hard right now?

Because mine sure are.

I mean—No!

That’s not what I meant. That’s not even how thatworks.

I clear my throat, mortified, suddenly hyperaware of how much blood has been diverted from my brain at the worst possible moment.

My cock thumps behind my zipper, and I swear I go cross-eyed.

“Thank you, Carina. This looks incredible!” Uzzi says, all warmth and appreciation, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m in the middle of a full-blown crisis.

His voice yanks me back to reality.

“Thanks,” I mutter, barely stringing together the one syllable.

Carina nods, that gorgeous smile still lingering on her lips, before she moves away.

And I experience two very conflicting emotions.

1.Relief—because I desperately need oxygenated blood to return to my brain.

2.Deep, gut-level disappointment—because I want her to stay.

I exhale and rub a hand down my face. I need to get a grip.

Good idea. Take her some place quiet and grip away, my unhelpful and very naughty Bear supplies.

Meanwhile, more customers start trickling in, and I watch as Carina seamlessly switches gears, taking orders, handing out menus, offering samples and coupons, and charming the absolute hell out of everyone.

I should be listening to Uzzi.

I should be focusing on the fact that he just casually dropped the phraseparallel dimensioninto conversation like it’s nothing extraordinary.

But instead?

The other half of my brain—the half that is fully compromised at this point—is hyper-focused on one thing and one thing only.

Her. Carina.

Her sisters come out to help every now and then, and yeah, they look alike—same dark curls, same lively eyes, same confident energy.

But where they’re cute?

Carina is stunning.

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