Page 36 of My Unbearable Mate

Anders Lynwood.

No fucking way, my bear exclaimed. He’s real.

“You’ve had no contact with Mr. Lynwood at all?”

“Just the emails where we talked about the order.” Major furrowed his brow. “Do you know this guy? He lives up north.”

“He might be connected to another case we’re working on.” Bellamy was smooth. “Would you mind if we took a copy of this invoice with us?”

“Yeah, if it helps you find the bike, and whatever else you’re looking for, go for it.”

“Has anything unusual happened in the shop in the last few days?” I was probably overstepping my bounds asking questions when Bellamy was the private investigator, but he could deal with the muscle and the motorcycles. I would deal with the magic.

Major shook his head. “Business as usual, as much as it can be in a wolf pack.”

“If you remember anything, let us know. No matter how small it seems,” I said. “It might be helpful.”

“Will do.”

Bellamy and Major made loose plans involving some bar in town, and we headed out. The silence was thick between us as we walked away from the shop.

I looked around to make sure we were alone and grabbed Bellamy’s muscular arm. “Holy shit. The name on that invoice is the same as the bear that captured me who’s been dead for decades.” My skin blossomed with goosebumps as I said it.

“Yeah. Did not see that coming at all.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to say I could read Major’s energy, but after the run in with Nana—ugh! I hated thinking of it like that. It was better I didn’t say anything until I was sure. “What do we do now?”

A growl vibrated through Bellamy’s body. I really hoped his answer would be to fuck me senseless in the back of his truck. This bear was maddingly far too sensible for that, but a girl could have a wild fantasy or two in the midst of a crisis.

“We go find him.”

Chapter

Seventeen

My Bear Only Had One Plan

Bellamy

Working with Clover on this case was the most natural thing in the world, and my bear knew that feeling was downright dangerous. She could be setting me up for another fall. But she was different now, softer but still wild, wiser but not jaded.

Magical, my bear said. The thing that’s different is the magic.

We hadn’t talked about the possibility of her having magic at all since Shirley had crashed our cupcake…it wasn’t technically a date, since it was right before we’d gone to talk to Major Lowe, which was all business. It had been a fun little diversion. I meant to bring it up on this drive to Coeur d’Alene, but we fell into an easy conversation about the clan.

“I was relieved everyone we grew up with seemed to be done having babies so I didn’t have to be the awkward single lady at the baby showers quietly getting drunk in the corner anymore, but now I’m getting invited to showers for their grandkids.” She laughed, but it was hesitant.

I glanced over at her, mostly paying attention to the road, but we were the only ones on this stretch. Soon, we’d be passing clan land and I’d been debating with myself the entire way if I should suggest stopping. My bear and I were both leaning toward hell no, because I needed to keep Clover away from anyone who could cast a spell on her.

You want to keep her for yourself, my bear said.

“I know, that could’ve been us,” Clover said when I didn’t respond.

“Do you wish it was?” I asked.

Her lips parted. If she didn’t answer, I’d tell her how it had been torture sleeping on the couch knowing her delectable body was in my bed. How I was getting addicted to the way my house smelled like her now. And the other reason I didn’t want to face my clan was my heart would never recover from another rejection.

“Sometimes,” she said softly. “I wonder what our family would’ve been like. How we would’ve spent holidays. And other times, I tell myself everything happens for a reason.”

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