Page 3 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

I don’t want Doug to hurt him. I want him to offer this guy a job.

I am completely serious.

Most hackers make brilliant programmers, and anyone this savvy needed to be on my payroll.

My phone buzzes and I glance at the text coming through from Doug.

Got your message.

On my way.

Terrific.

That’s all done.

I now have a little time for some R&R, which means I have about ten minutes before I get bored out of my fucking mind.

A bored Bear gets into trouble.

And trouble equals an unhappy Bear.

Most people, even other supes, often thought of Bears as slow, lumbering, or lazy.

But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

See, I’m not lazy.

My mind is always going at lightning speed.

If I’m quiet, it’s probably because I’m thinking of something you have no hope of understanding.

I’m not trying to insult you. I really am that smart.

It’s just facts.

Does that make me a dick?

Maybe.

It’s probably why I’m still single, too.

But what am I supposed to do? I can’t just shut off my brain.

Right as I’m about to open the door to my rooftop sanctuary—a little mini forest in the middle of the city where I have the privacy to shift into my Bear and give the big guy some exercise, my doorbell rings.

What the actual fuck?

No one comes here.

I hate visitors. Plus, I chose this building specifically because of the security.

Shifter run, you know.

Can’t get much better than that.

I pull the door open, eyebrows raised as I take in the older man in a pristine white suit.

“Yeah?”

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