Page 13 of Trusting Her Bear

“Picture a dangerous vampire times a hundred,” she snorts.

I smile. “I’m happy for them,” I say softly. Sally turns knowing eyes my way. I shift under her stare.

“You’ve been through it, girl,” she says bluntly.

“No more than anyone else.” My smile turns strained. I was grateful that everyone greeted me normally. I know they all are aware of what I went through. I have heard whispers of rabbits being able to tell the future, and the way she is looking at me, I believe it.

“Hmm…” She suddenly smiles. “You’ll be fine.”

“I think so,” I mumble.

“Do you want a family?” she asks, waving toward all the mated shifters.

“Doesn’t everyone?” I ask.

“We all hope for the universe to gift us.”

“You aren’t mated?”

“No,” she whispers, her face resolved. “I’m having fun chasing around all the single shifters in this town, though,” she says with a sultry smile.

I laugh, humor coming easier. “I’m glad you are having a good time.” Sally has short blonde hair and a killer body. Her short skirt shows off her toned, glistening legs, which anyone would be lucky to be wrapped in. I can’t figure out her age. She looks like she’s in her thirties or forties, but as shifters, we age slowly, so she could be much older.

“Does your family plan to visit?” She grabs a handful of popcorn.

“Not for a while.”

“You sound grateful,” she says around the kernels.

“It’s not that. They are great, and I love them, but I haven’t been alone for months.” I cringe, the twinge of guilt hitting me.

“That’s what you want? To be alone?”

“I—” It’s hard to explain. Why do I feel compelled to?

“I understand.” She nods and reaches for more food.

How can she when I don’t? I stuff my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “Is it true rabbits can see the future?”

“Sometimes. Let’s just say I get a powerful impression when I meet someone.”

I frown. That doesn’t explain anything. “An impression?” I tilt my head.

“Do you have any grouchy bears in your family?”

I blink. “My uncles.”

“So you are used to it?”

“I guess.” This is the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had.

“That’s good,” she mutters.

“Is it?” I ask with a laugh.

“How about a mysterious past?” she asks.

“My uncles having one?” I wrinkle my nose.

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