Page 47 of Coveted By The Bear

“Hope! Is that you, Sis?”

“Honor,” I squealed, hugging my brother tight.

It’d been so long since I’d seen him, and I had so much to tell him. Or not. Considering I had one big, furry secret I wasn’t allowed to share, I imagined this holiday was going to be a little strange.

Mom couldn’t make it up, but that was okay. Miles and I were going to see her at Christmas time, when we both had off from work.

“Hi,” Miles said, coming down the stairs and extending a hand towards my brother.

Honor narrowed his eyes and straightened his shoulders. He was a big man. But Miles had three inches on him at least.

“Honor D’Amato,” my brother said.

“Miles Orson.”

“Damn, Sis. When you get engaged, you sure do get engaged! What happened? There were no mountains for you to marry?”Honor asked, his lips pressed together to stop his smile from showing.

Jerk.

“Hope seems to like my size just fine,” Miles said matter-of-factly.

“Is that a reference to the size of your dick, because I really don’t want to have to kill you already?—”

“Okayyy! Ha ha ha,” I grumbled and rolled my eyes. “Can you two behave while I get dressed?” I asked, not sure I trusted either of them to be alone together.

“Just go. I’ll behave,” Honor said.

“Miles, please?” I asked my mate, and his eyes glowed inhumanly when they landed on me. “Miles!” I hissed.

“What? Yeah, sorry. Go get dressed, Pretty Girl.”

I shook my head and sucked in a breath.

Why were the holidays always so damn stressful?

Family. That was why.

Ten minutes later, I returned to the living room to see both men had taken up positions on either side of the living room. Arms crossed. Frowns in place. They looked ridiculous.

“Uh, so how are you getting along?” I asked, trying not to snort.

“Fine.”

They said at the same time.

“God save us from testosterone overload,” I muttered and looked up at the supposed heavens. “Okay, field trip. Let’s go pick up the Turkey!”

“I’m driving,” Honor said, grabbing the keys for Miles’ truck from the hook by the door.

“The fuck you—Ow! I mean, sure, you can drive,” he grumbled.

I rubbed the spot on his ass I’d just pinched and whispered my promise to kiss it better later.

But before we could follow Honor outside, I stopped in front of Miles.

“What?” he asked, looking down. “Shit. I know, I know. I’m sorry. But there is just something about Honor it seems, I don’t know. Strange.”

“I get it. I do, but can you maybe let up a bit? He’s my brother and I want to enjoy the weekend,” I said, rubbing his chest and making him purr. I sure loved that sound.

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