Page 3 of Bearly Spicy

Unknown

I’m a moron.

Me

Who is this?

Before I even type outthe message, I know the answer to my question. Our first meeting has been running through my mind on a continuous loop since we met yesterday.

Unknown

Your mate.

My heart squeezesin my chest for a second before it accelerates. Oh, man. After the way he acted yesterday, I figured Clay Bearly would avoid me.

Me

I don’t have a mate.

Unknown

Yes, you do.

If this jerkthinks I’m going to be his doormat, he’s got another thing coming.

Me

I’m not impressed with your dumb caveman act.

Three dots appearon the screen and then disappear. The little dots come back and disappear two more times before his message finally pops up.

Unknown

Can we start over? I’m sorry I was a stupid moron.

Me

Why do you want to start over?

Unknown

Because you’re my mate and your sister is my brother’s mate.

Me

Wrong answer, jerkoff.

After sending the message,I block the jerk bear shifter’s number and toss my phone down on the sofa next to me.

“I left you a few drops of hot water.” Cora strolls into the living room wrapped in a pink fluffy robe. “But not many.” I stayed down in the bakery trying to get our computer system running, so my younger sister got the first shower again.

“Great,” I grumble, only half-aware of what we’re talking about.

“Aren’t you going to give me hell for using all the hot water?” I barely notice when my sister drops down on the sofa next to me. “Hello?” Cora snaps her fingers in front of my face.

“You probably did me a huge favor.” I blow out my breath. “A cold shower is just what the doctor ordered.”

“Why do you need a cold shower?” I head for the bathroom, ignoring her question. I need some time to come to grips with everything happening before I discuss it with my sisters.

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