Bearly Loving: Foxhollow Den #2 (Alaskan Den Men Book 10)

Bearly Loving

by

Kizzie Waller

Copyright © 2016 by Kizzie Waller.

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Introduction to the Alaskan Den Men World

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Bearly Loving: Foxhollow Den #2

Frenemies to lovers…

Carter Wright and Samantha Taylor are on opposite sides of the mediation table thanks to the ongoing land feud between their families. But each has an idea of how to outwit the other, until their immature pranks become a bridge to unrestrained passion.

This is a romance novella and while it is a complete story, it is the second in a connected series about the Alaskan Wright and Taylor families.

Bearly Living: Foxhollow Den #1 Grant and Bobbie’s story
available now

Bearly Gone: Foxhollow Den #3 Caroline and Smoke’s story coming soon

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Foxhollow Dens
: The Wrights and Taylors

The Wrights
, three sets of fraternal twins:

Ray Wright — One of the eldest Wright twins and married to the lovely Kristin. Ray already has his own pair of twin girls.

Carter Wright— Ray’s twin, and a nomad at heart. Carter prefers to travel Alaska in search of the next exciting adventure.

Grant Wright—The family fixer, and watchbear for the Wright family. Grant stays close to home to keep an eye on his siblings.

Caroline Wright—Grant’s twin and the cause of the feud between the Wrights and Taylors. Absent from Foxhollow.

Tony and Trevor—The terrible twins of doom. These fourteen year old identical twins love causing trouble in their sleepy little town.

The Taylors:

Bobbie Taylor—Originally from Florida, Bobbie has joined her cousin Samantha in Foxhollow to open Total B.S. Donuts.

Samantha Taylor—As an only child, she’s fiercely loyal to what little family she has in Foxhollow. Co-owner of Total B.S. Donuts.

For my sister and all the other independent ladies; you will always inspire me

Samantha Taylor didn’t know who’d illegally parked the truck-house combo monstrosity in front of Total B.S. Donuts, but the wastrel would know her wrath if he didn’t move it soon. And by wrath, she meant a good talking to or possibly some finger wagging. Whoever occupied the front seat wasn’t there to buy donuts. She’d had the placard open sign turned and the door unlocked for over an hour. A steady stream of familiar customers came through and bought most of the baked donuts her cousin Bobbie had prepared in the early hours of the morning. She’d watched carefully, and the person who sat with a hat covering his face and with his boots perched on the dash board had yet to come in to buy, or move really, during that hour.

Standing at the front window, she glanced up and down the street spanning the length of the small nest of buildings that made up Foxhollow’s main shopping district. There were at least ten open parking spaces where the blue, rusted-edged truck with a camper—big enough for a family of four—could park legally. Instead, it took up three spots in front of her store, effectively blocking her customers from parking at their convenience a few steps from the entrance.

Samantha made it a point to stay as far away from conflict as possible, which was a direct reflection of the last conflict-filled six months. A ruined wedding. Land feud. Poachers. Naked in the woods. The growing list did not need an incident of arguing with an inconsiderate person in front of her business. The town had enough reason to gossip about her, and she refused to give them one more.

Her groan filled the now-empty dining area of the café.

After another twenty minutes of pacing, she told herself it was good business sense that propelled her out the door to give the driver a polite warning. Nothing bad could come from a polite warning. The café was her chance at winning back the trust of her community, and she’d be damned if the smallest little misdeeds by others would get in the way. If he refused to move, she’d call the sheriff and make it his business.

She squinted under the glare of the bright sunlight and approached the truck. The window on the passenger’s side was opened about halfway. Perfect. He’d be able to hear her when she asked him to move his eyesore down the road. She rapped the glass with her knuckles and waited. The man didn’t make any effort to move, so she knocked harder.

Nobody could sleep through that much noise. She leaned her face through the window hole. “Excuse me?”

Nothing but steady breathing from the vagrant. Good thing she didn’t have the same anger control issues her cousin wrestled with, or she’d have gone full bear and shown some serious teeth by now. Of course, Bobbie had found a mate to help her with the whole anger problem. Not that Samantha was jealous. Men complicated things right before they ruined everything. Like a ruined wedding. A land feud. Poachers. Naked in the woods.

“I’m calling the sheriff’s office.”

The man in the truck finally lifted the hat off his face.

Samantha instantly recognized Carter Wright, twin to Ray Wright and older brother of Bobbie’s kinda-sorta fiancé, Grant. Also one of the family members involved in the Wright-Taylor land feud. Samantha’d had the biggest “dear diary” crush on his younger self in high school. He and his brothers had spent most of high school teasing her and their younger sister, Caroline. Prank after stupid prank.

Carter’s senior year, he’d finally asked her out, and they’d shared some fun times that started to lean toward serious. Not sexy-good-times serious, but she wouldn’t have said no. And then immediately after graduation he’d left to roam the state without even a “see ya later.” From time to time he’d materialize in Foxhollow to toss a smartass remark in her direction, acting as if they’d never shared a single romantic moment. Not that she cared. She’d been over his sexy ass for years. It’s not like she’d given him her heart or anything.

She gritted her teeth and watched his face settle into a grin more wolf-like than bear-like.

He ran his fingers through his dark, unkempt hair and tucked his hands behind his head. “Just the girl I’m looking for.”

I’ve been in the same place for the past ten years
. She clamped her lips together until a more reasonable response came to mind. “You’ve been sitting out here for an hour and a half. If you’re looking for me, why didn’t you just come inside?”

He winked, and she felt one of her molars crack.

“I knew you’d come out here eventually, and just because Grant got hooked into tasting the Taylor donuts doesn’t mean I will.”

“Good, because you can’t have my donuts anyway.”
Nice juvenile comeback, and totally off topic
. “If you have no intention of buying donuts, why are you parked in front of my shop? What do you want, Carter?”

“I’m here to pick you up.”

“For what?”

“You haven’t heard? Pops and your dad got into a brawl at mediation. Broke the poor mediator’s nose when he tried to pull the two apart, and now the mediator wants different reps from the family to come in for the rest of negotiations.”

“They picked you?” She grasped the edge of the partially-opened window with both hands, dreading the question she had to ask next. “But what does that have to do with me?”

“The mediator asked for two mellow family members.” With an index finger he pointed at himself and then at her. “Jump in, and let’s get it done. Two days of mediation meetings. A weekend to remember. Me and you, sweets.”

“Ick. Don’t call me ‘sweets’. Or anything else. I’m not going to sit in mediation over this silly land dispute. Just sign the deed to us, and it’ll all be over.”

“Not how it works. And since you started this whole mess with the wedding fiasco, seems only fitting that you help resolve it.”

Samantha growled and smacked her palm against the window. Too hard. The glass shattered into the passenger seat.

Carter pulled his feet down from the dashboard, his mouth draped open in a perfect O.

She backed away from the truck, startled at the mess she’d made. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit it that hard.”

“What did you do to my truck?” With jerky movements, he exited the driver’s side and joined her on the sidewalk. “Your hand is bleeding.”

He reached for it, but she pulled away, remembering all too well the happy tingles his touch once caused. The piece of glass stuck in her palm glittered in the sunlight. She removed it, and a stream of blood ran down to her elbow. “It’s just a small cut.”

“Let’s get it cleaned up.” He passed by her and opened the door to the café.

The cut didn’t hurt half as bad as the embarrassment of losing control.
So much for avoiding conflict
. “I can handle it.” She ducked through the door and didn’t give his trouble-causing face another glance. “Just move your truck. Please.”

Samantha headed for the kitchen and stopped short when she caught her cousin, Bobbie, and Carter’s brother, Grant, lip-locked and bodies entangled against the counter near the sink. Bears weren’t known for their modesty. Newly mated bears were even worse.

The tart scent of shifter wafted up from behind her. Her shoulders sank further. Carter had followed her in.

He leaned in close, and his warm breath grazed her ear. “Do they always do that in here?” The low rumble of his voice produced those tingles she’d been trying to avoid.

She cleared her throat and stepped away from him. “Usually they keep it out in the alley.”

Bobbie and Grant pulled apart and turned happy, satisfied faces toward them. Samantha lifted her hand in the air, and Bobbie grabbed a dish towel and rushed forward, her expression quickly morphed to one of concern. “Samantha, what happened?”

Carter moved around them and sat on top of the stainless steel cooking island. He picked through a tray of freshly baked donuts. “She had a bear moment.”

Bobbie pulled her to the sink and rinsed off some of the blood. The sting of the cut set in, and she sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. “What can I say? The Wright boys have a way of driving people to violence.”

Grant pulled the tray away from Carter’s prying hands and gave him an affectionate smack on the back of the head. “We’re trying to get past all this family feud crap. Don’t make it worse.”

“Sammie and I are going to get all those issues worked out in the next two days at mediation.” Carter smiled and winked in Bobbie and Samantha’s direction. “I for one am looking forward to a little R&R and sleeping in a real bed tonight.”

Bobbie and Grant exchanged looks that told Samantha they already knew about the mediation problems with her father and Mr. Wright.

“Grant, why don’t you find the first aid kit in the office? Carter, go watch the front, and let us know if a customer comes in.” Bobbie’s firm tone left zero room for argument from the two men.

Once they’d left the room, Samantha narrowed her eyes at her cousin. “Why didn’t you tell me first thing this morning I’d be spending the next two days locked in a room with a Wright brother? Especially that one.”

“I’d hoped your dad would stop by before he headed out fishing and explain himself.” She leaned against the sink. “This either gets solved with a mediator, or they’re going to fight it out in full-bear form like the old days.”