Page 17 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

“Hey! I know! You guys are good at tech, right?” MJ continues, completely unfazed.

“My sister’s been having abeastof a time getting our site up and running so we can take online orders. Maybe you can help?”

Carina’s head snaps toward her so fast I’m surprised she doesn’t give herself whiplash.

“You can’t ask customers things like that,” she hisses, low and sharp.

I shouldn’t get involved.

I really, really shouldn’t.

But instead of taking that as my cue to stay out of it, I lean forward, elbow on the table, curiosity piqued.

Because now I want to know what’s been troubling her.

And—because I am, apparently, a glutton for punishment—I offer to help.

Like I know being near this woman is a bad idea, but I cannot stop putting myself directly in her path.

“Sure,” I say, looking directly at her.

“Once we’ve finished our meeting, I’ll be happy to take a look.”

And fuck, if I don’t mean it.

This woman could ask me for the moon, and I’d be standing here like an idiot trying to figure out how to lasso it down for her.

Trouble. That’s what this is.

But like most Bears, I seem to have an incredibly dumb habit of running straight toward trouble when I should be going the other way.

“Well,thatis interesting,” Uncle Uzzi states once the women leave.

I glance at him, narrowing my eyes

“What’s that?”

“Oh, not a thing, dear boy.”

But his blue eyes are twinkling.

Like he knows exactly what’s happening here.

Like he’s already three steps ahead of me and is just sitting back, enjoying the show.

Doesn’t matter.

I can work on his dating app.

I can help my pretty new neighbor with her website.

And I can do all of that without going full Bear over her.

Right?

Yeah…right.

I grab my third slice and start munching because again, this is just so fucking good.

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