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Cara placed a hand over her mouth. "Morning sickness, I think? The sudden urge to throw up Allie’s delicious breakfast. This hasn’t really happened very often.”
“Back to the house.”
She didn’t say anything as he led her back inside. She pointed upstairs, put a hand over her mouth and hurried up.
He watched her go and couldn’t help but notice the sway of her ass in her joggers as she went. Lust and protectiveness and concern spiraled inside him. Should he go help her? Make sure she was okay?
The bedroom door slammed, followed by the sounds of footsteps racing across her bedroom to the bathroom. Nope, he didn’t want any part of that. Unless she called for him…
His insides rumbled and twisted as the bear perked up. It hit him then, what this was all about.
His bear wanted Cara.
“Not happening, buddy.”
A hot flush raced over his body and pooled to his groin. Maybe it wasn’t just his bear with an interest.
Maybe he wanted her, too.
Jett shook his head. “No. No!”
He wasn't ready to move on. She needed a protector, not a screwed-up shifter with a lust-filled bear.
She deserved way better than that.
Chapter Eleven
“I’llripyourballsoff!”
Cara sat upright in bed. She blinked and looked around, the awkward sensation of not being in her own home cloaking her. With a relieved sigh, she released the fistfuls of blanket. It was just a dream.
“I prefer them attached, thanks.”
She jumped at the voice reaching through her room in the spotty gray and gold of early morning light. Jett popped his head inside her room, one hand on the doorhandle. She hadn’t even heard him open it.
There was just enough light for her to catch a peek of his bare chest and rippling abs. A dark trail of hair went from his navel to below the band of his sweats. Her fingers itched to pull the band down and see where it led. Wow, she needed to wake the hell up. This wasn’t a dream, even if it looked like one.
Pulling her gaze away, she dragged the sheet to her neck, very aware that she was wearing the nightie he’d seen her wearing in the street yesterday.
"You okay?”
Was she? The remnants of the dream whispered in her mind’s eye, but she couldn’t make sense of them. “I’m fine. Sorry, I must have been dreaming.”
“Yeah. Either that or you’re plotting against me.”
She ran a hand over her hair. “Your balls are safe with me. Uh, I mean…”
“No, no, that’s a great place to leave this conversation. Dax will be stopping in soon, so don’t freak out if you hear a truck pull in. You good if I go outside?”
How could he make her lust after him one second and irritate her the next? “Go. I don’t need a babysitter.”
He tipped his chin up. “Considering you’re dreaming about ripping someone’s balls off, I think you do.”
Their eyes met across the dim room. Cara had the strongest urge to pull the covers back and pat the bed, her mind straying to what it would feel like to have his weight next to her on the mattress. Those arms wrapped tightly around her. The feel of that thick beard against her sensitive skin.
“Just go, Beard,” she snapped. Why was she so irritable? Her insides felt sour, the threat of another vomit session swirling around in her stomach. She’d been up late, purging everything she’d eaten that day plus some. She’d never had morning sickness like that. Looked like baby was making up for lost time.
His eyes searched her face. “Are you hungry?”
