Page 19 of A Merry Misfit Christmas

“And there’s one more thing. We’re not sure how he found her. She changed her identity and moved away. There shouldn't have been anything to lead him to Yukon Bluff.”

“I’ll see what I can dig up and swing by once I have anything.”

“Appreciate you, Sly.”

We end the call and I dial Spike, filling him in on everything that happened since we last spoke.

“Whoever drove that truck onto her driveway is dangerous. Her house isn’t secure.”

Callie winces and I kiss her temple.

“I’m sending Nix and Fang. Nothin’ should surprise you.”

Good. The storm has eased enough they can use one of the trucks. “No bikes. Don’t wanna tip off whoever is watchin’ her place.”

“You won’t know they’re there.”

He’s right. Fang’s wolf and Nix’s phoenix can handle the weather or any other issue without a problem. Both are excellent trackers and hunters.

“And one more thing. I need clothes,” I add.

“Why?” Spike asks, suspicion lacing his tone.

“Because Callie saw my bear.”

There’s silence on the line for a full ten seconds. “No shit?” he questions. He sounds shocked, which almost never happens.

“Yep. She loves him,” I reply, my bear preening inside of me at the way our mate reacted to him.

Callie arches a brow but doesn’t contradict me, which has me smirking back at her.

Love might not be the most accurate word to describe her reaction, but it will happen with time.

Of course. She won’t be able to resist us.My bear is nothing if not confident.We will bring her much pleasure, and cubs. Lots and lots of cubs.

He needs to get off his one track; I’d like a little bit of time of it just being the two of us before we’re inundated with cubs.

“I’ll send some shit for you to wear.” I can hear the humor in Spike’s voice.

“Thanks. More food too. We’re gonna need it in the morning.”

“I’ll arrange it.”

“Thanks, Pres.”

After we finish the call, I pocket my phone. One glance at Callie and I can see she’s exhausted. I don’t plan to sleep in case her ex or any other threat shows up, so I pull her close, settling her between my legs as she snuggles against my chest. I’m careful to keep the blanket around my hips in place so Callie won’t be poked by the persistent hard-on I’ve had since I shifted.

“Sleep, Sweetheart. I got you.”

She yawns and I feel her relax. “Good night, Kodiak.”

“Good night, Beautiful.”

Chapter Nine

Callie

Low voices wake me as my eyes blink, listening to the conversation a short distance away. I'm not coherent enough to understand the words, but somehow, I know it involves Jeremy. I yawn, noticing that I’m alone on the pallet and bundled in several blankets. The fire remains steady, and Iknow Kodiak is the reason. He never let the room grow cold or the fire die. Of course, his body heat kept me warm as well.

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