Page 207 of The Cowbears of Curvy Bear Ranch

“Damn right. How’s it feel, asshole?” Vickihollered.

Hank raced to her and grabbed her shoulders before she could hit him again. As much as his bear liked her ferociousness, he couldn’t condone violence—even if the bastarddeservedit.

“Vicki!”Hanksaid.

“Let me go. I’m gonna git at him the way he got me all thoseyears.”

“You’re a crazy bitch,” Trevor snapped, still rubbinghisjaw.

“You should probably leave before I let her go,” Hankwarned.

“Screwyou.”

Hank’s bear stood at attention and clawed at his chest in an attempt to get free.Well, why not give him a big enough scare to get ridofhim?

After releasing Vicki’s shoulders, Hank dropped to all fours and shifted into his bear form. To his surprise, Vicki wasn’tfazed.

“Dammit, bear. This is my fight, not yours,”shesaid.

He chuffed, proud of her strongspirit.

“You ever get near me again,” Vicki yelled at Trevor, “and I’ll cut yourballsoff.”

Hank’s bear wanted to cross his legs in horror. He had no doubt she’d make good onherword.

“You’re nothing without me,” Trevor screamed. “You’re just a lousy crackwhore.”

Roar!

There was no way in hell Hank would let that lowlife talk to his future mother-in-law like that, especially on hisranch.

Trevor’s wide eyes flashed to the bear. Vicki walked forward and slapped him acrosstheface.

“Goon,git.”

Trevor turned and ran back to his truck, hopped in, and peeled out, kicking up snow inhiswake.

After shifting back to his human form, Hank helped Vicki back into the house. Carol stood in the foyer with her hands onherhips.

“What’s going on?” shedemanded.

“Your mom just scared the crap out of Trevor. I highly doubt he’s going to be a problem again,”Hanksaid.

“And if he is, I’ll just punch him in the nose,”Vickisaid.

Carol frowned until Hank bent down to kiss herworriesaway.

“Come on, honey,” Vicki said. “I need to get my daughter ready for herwedding.”

Hank watched as Vicki led Carol up the stairs. Carol glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. So much for the morning sex he’d been craving. He’d have to wait until his wedding night. At least it was only a fewhoursaway.

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As the sunset over the Curvy Bear Ranch B & B, the first strains of wedding music drifted up from the living room. Carol brushed her damp palms across the dress. She could hardly breathe from the nerves. A week ago, if someone had told her she’d be getting married on Christmas Eve, she would have laughed in theirfaces.

“One more piece of baby’s-breath and you’ll be done,” hermomsaid.

“She looks like a Christmas bride,” Madison said as shesteppedback.

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