Page 6 of Hot For Her Bear

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Because I know she can make you uncomfortable at times. I know it’s not her fault and she just doesn’t like people, but she should be used to you by now.”

“Well, I’m used to her growls and grunts after all these years. I need my ten,” Saffron joked.

Pola fell into a fit of laughter.

“I thought maybe she was finally coming around to me or something.” Saffron didn’t know why, but her feelings were slightly hurt. She had thought Dasha was finally accepting her, but it was probably Pola threatening her. It had been a while since she had seen Dasha, and Saffron had to admit the woman was gorgeous. There was something about her dark hair and big amber eyes that drew Saffron to her. Then there was her height. Saffron had a thing for tall people. She didn’t know why, but at five foot four, she always felt like a dwarf around the Prime family.

When she had walked past Dasha in the kitchen, she could have gone around the island in the middle of the room, but instead, she had chosen the path closest to Dasha. She had come within a hairsbreadth of touching her. She’d had to cock her head back just to look at the back of Dasha’s head when she’d turned away from her.

Her core clenched at the thought of walking up behind her and wrapping her arms around the bear shifter’s waist.

Saffron blinked.

Pull those thoughts in, girl.

Pola would probably burst an aneurysm if she knew the thoughts that were running through Saffron’s head about her sister.

“Well, considering she did as I asked, we’ll call it a win,” Pola said.

“Maybe I should try to talk with her,” Saffron murmured. She bit her lip, trying to think of what she could say to drum up a conversation with the grumpy bear.

“Just leave her alone.” Pola waved a hand in the air. “My sister may be a lost cause.”

They continued in a comfortable silence, but Saffron couldn’t stop thinking about Dasha. She was determined to get to know the bear, and she needed to know why she kept staring at her. There was something in the bear’s stare that took Saffron’s breath away.

Saffron eyed her friend and decided she would keep her mouth shut. They arrived back at the house and found Junior and Mr. Prime sitting on the patio enjoying their beers. Mrs. Prime was relaxed on the chaise, working on one of her crossword puzzles she loved so much.

“Saffron, why don’t you pour me a glass of that wine you bought,” Theola said.

Pola walked over and took a seat and held up her hand. “I’ll take one too.” A wide grin spread across her face.

“Of course.” Saffron stuck her tongue out at her friend and went inside.

The door shut behind her, and she froze in place. Dasha was at the sink washing dishes. The tall bear turned to her and leveled her with her amber eyes. They stared at each other without saying a word. Saffron unconsciously reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. Dasha’s intense gaze slid along her body. The heat from her gaze brushed Saffron’s skin as soft as a lover’s caress. She could almost feel Dasha touch her, but the woman had not taken her hands out of the water in the sink.

“What are you doing in here?” Dasha asked. She frowned and turned away from Saffron.

“I came to get us the wine. Do you want a glass?” Saffron asked. Her feet finally decided to move. She went over to the cabinet where the wine glasses were kept. The Primes’ kitchen was still the same. She pulled out three glasses and paused, looking over her shoulder at Dasha. She was pleasantly surprised to find Dasha’s attention on her ass. She bit back a smirk.

So the bear was checking her out. Dasha’s eyes flicked upwards and met hers. Her face flushed as she realized she had been caught looking at Saffron’s ass.

“Is it any good?’ Dasha asked.

“Well, I’ve been told a time or two that it was very enjoyable and delectable.” Saffron couldn’t help but joke.

Dasha stared at her, a low growl emitting from her chest. Her eyes flashed feral for a moment before calming down to her normal amber color.

That was interesting.

“I meant the wine,” Dasha grumbled.

Saffron grinned and grabbed a fourth glass and placed them on the island. She grabbed the wine out of the fridge and twisted the top. She didn’t feel any shame about her cheap wine. It was good and always got her tipsy. The shifters wouldn’t have to worry about that. Saffron had learned that little tidbit of information when she and Pola were in college. No matter how much they drank, Pola never got drunk. Apparently, her bear shifter metabolism burned through alcohol fast. Pola had to carry Saffron home several times.

“I know. I just had to tease you since you were checking me out.” Saffron winked at her and poured hefty amounts in each glass.

“I was not,” Dasha sputtered.

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