Breakwater: Leo (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  A voice, male and quite well modulated, spoke to her from the front driver’s seat.

  “Hey! Take it easy!”

  Valerie felt a wave of relief, followed by a new wave of fear hitting her. So she’d swapped a bear for a hillbilly yokel.

  “What are you doing in my car?” Valerie yelled. “I have a gun by the way. And! There’s a bear out there!”

  Uh huh? Well done genius! Now what’s going to happen when he realizes you don’t?

  And then a head rose around the headrest. Topped with dark blonde curly hair, a face rose in the space between the headrest and the roof. Golden eyes regarded her above a smile that had clearly been made to break hearts. Her creole grandmother, Sophie (Fifi for short) would have said it was, “The smile of an angel touched by the devil.” Valerie had never known what she meant until now.

  “Okay,” the man said slowly. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

  Valerie was silent. Her blue eyes kept returning to that hypnotic golden stare and then looking away hurriedly.

  “My name is Kyle, Kyle Pierce,” he said. “You look like you need some help.”

  “I’m fine, really,” she said folding her arms across her chest. “I like hanging out in the back of my car like this. Did I mention the bear?”

  “With the nose in a ditch?” he said, ignoring the question.

  “Look, I don’t know you,” Valerie said, “We’re out here in God-knows-where, and you could be a psychopath for all I know.”

  “I’m really not going to hurt you,” Kyle said.

  “Yeah, you and the bear,” Valerie said chancing a brief look out the window.

  Kyle sighed and backed out of the car. From outside he said, “Will you come out now? The bear is gone.”

  He was dressed in jeans and a flannel blue and white shirt. He was broad shouldered and tall. She looked at him and bit her lip.

  “Oh, you’re gonna get in so much trouble with this one,” she said to herself, but she opened the back door and climbed out.

  Kyle smiled at her and said, “Right, so I’m Kyle and you are?”

  “Valerie Rousseau,” she said. What harm could there be in telling him her name? At least when he chopped her to bits he would be able to say who she had been.

  “Pleased to meet you,” Kyle said. He shook her unresisting hand and then turned to the car. “Well there’s no driving it out of that.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” she said a little testily. “Look, I’ll just call a tow or something. Must be a number on the papers for the rental.”

  “No need,” Kyle said, “We get this more often than you might think out here. I’ll just pull you out with my truck.”

  Valerie smiled weakly. He has a truck.

  “Oh, you really don’t have to worry,” she said, “I’ll be just fine. I’ll call someone… or not. How can there be no signal?”

  “This is Sun Valley, sweetheart,” Kyle said jovially, “There’s no signal out here. Hell, we’re lucky we have power.” And he laughed.

  Valerie smiled weakly. She really was in the middle of nowhere. So with a great amount of trepidation she let Kyle help her pull the car out of the ditch. By then the shadows were lengthening and the world was turning golden as time slipped away. How long had it taken her to get out here? It was already late afternoon. Valerie realized that her hotel was all the way back in town.

  But then the dying sunlight lit Kyle up with a heavenly glow and he shone with a beautiful halo that she couldn’t pull her eyes away from.

  “Well there we go,” he said when the little rental was on the road again. “Still think I’m out to kill you or something? Or have you realized that my intensions are honorable?”

  Valerie had to admit that the vibe she was getting from him was anything but creepy, and her granny Fifi always said to trust your gut with people. “It can see their hearts, honey child.”

  Perhaps it was New York that was making her so mistrustful of people, so eager to think the worst of them. Valerie decided that when this job was done, she was actually going home. Not just thinking about it, but really going to do it this time, and neither Mr. Petersen nor Mr. Snow would be able to dissuade her. Not this time. This time it was a matter of life and death. She needed her roots, her people and she needed to feel grounded again.

  Kyle was staring at her when she resurfaced.

  “Where did you go?” he asked her peering into her blue eyes.

  “I went home,” Valerie said before she could stop herself.

  “And where would that be?” he asked. He was leaning casually on the rental. She had the keys, all she had to do was get in the car, put them in the ignition and drive off. But she couldn’t, because she wanted to stay here in the heavenly light and look at Kyle.

  “New Orleans, but I work in New York,” Valerie said.

  “Now that sounds like a story,” Kyle said. “Let me take you to an early dinner. I know this absolutely fabulous place down by the river. It’s the most beautiful place in the world, you’ll love it.”

  “How do you know?” Valerie asked.

  “You’re from New Orleans, so you like good food, good music and great ambiance, and this place has all three.” Kyle was smiling again. “Where you staying by the way?”

  “Grandma’s Inn,” she said.

  He shook his head, “Wow, that’s all the way back in town. What are you doing out here?”

  “It’s a long story, but the short version is that my boss is thinking of investing out here, so he sends me to get the ley of the land,” she said knowing it wasn’t the whole truth. Valerie had discovered that locals could get really upset if they heard that her company was moving in, so she generally kept the shop talk to a minimum outside of those she had to speak to. “Anyway I got lost,” she ended somewhat lamely.

  “So let me take you to dinner, and afterwards I’ll make sure you get to Grandma’s,” Kyle said. “I’m the best GPS you’ll get in this part of the world.”

  Valerie considered her options. Drive on back into town alone and possibly get lost or…

  The “or” sounded way better.

  “Okay,” she said.

  They left the rental on the side of the road, Kyle assuring her that it would be perfectly safe, and he drove them off through the trees.

  Valerie sat in the front of Kyle’s big truck and listened to the radio. He seemed to have the most eclectic taste in music ever. They had listened to Yellow Submarine by the Beatles, something from Taylor Swift, Hello Dolly by Louis Armstrong and then something loud by someone called Linkin Park (she was pretty sure they were not from Santa Monica), which Kyle quickly skipped over.

  But bar the jarring array of music, the drive was really pleasant. The colorful trees with their fall leaves gave way to spruces and pines as they rose up a series of small hills. Then they dipped down the other side on what, to Valerie looked like an animal track, charged through a dry river bed and almost collided with a massive boulder. But at the last second Kyle wrenched the wheel and they skirted around it into what had to be a parking lot. There were other cars there, standing between the tree trunks that were all hung with faerie lights.

  “This is Honey’s,” Kyle said smiling, indicating what to Valerie looked like a hedge. “Best place anywhere.”

  At first she thought he was joking, but then she stepped out of the truck and saw it.

  “That’s a caravan stuck in a hedge,” Valerie said pointing.

  “Yeah it is, but don’t let that fool you,” Kyle said ushering her up the steps and in through the bright red door.

  On the other side was a room that was open to the sky, except around the very edge where a small roof was held up with wooden poles. In the center of the space was a dug out section of blackened earth, where some men were clearing away what looked like ashes and half burnt logs. Others were bringing more wood.

  “Well, it’s certainly rustic,” Valerie said looking around.

  All the tables and chairs were
log made and sturdy, but then judging by the size of the men around the place, they would have to be. Every last one of them was tall and broad shouldered whether their hair was grey or not. They all looked a bit like Kyle too and smiled when they saw him.

  Kyle spotted two old men in a corner playing chess. He lifted a hand and waved.

  “That’s my grandpa,’ he said, “Let’s go say hi.”

  So Valerie tagged along while Kyle went to the old man and greeted him. Kyle’s grandfather was slightly wrinkled. His skin had taken on a leathery look, as skin does when its owner has spent a lifetime outdoors. His hair was snow white and still thick and curly and hung around his shoulders. He was strong and alert and thinking hard. His opponent was just as white haired, big and strong as he was and the two were in a fierce battle over the chess board. It looked as though the other man was winning.

  “You ol’ son-of-a-gun!” Kyle’s grandpa exclaimed. “I want a rematch! I’ll swear you cheated, Paul Barkley!”

  “I did no such thing, you old goat!” Paul Barkley shouted in reply, “You’re just so old you forgot how to play good.”

  Then the two of them laughed and shook hands.

  “Hi Grandpa, sorry you lost,” Kyle said smiling at him.

  “Oh, you look sorry,” but he was smiling as he said it, “Kyle my boy! What are you doing here at this time of day? Don’t you work anymore?”

  “Between jobs Grandpa,” Kyle said, “Anyway good thing I was, I found a young lady wondering in the woods. She had a little accident and lucky I was there to save her.”

  “That a fact?” Grandpa asked and stood up, “Hello young lady, my name is Marcus Pierce and I’m this rude young man’s grandpa.” He offered a long fingered hand to Valerie.

  Taking it and firmly shaking it Valerie said, “I’m Valerie Rousseau and I’m pleased to meet you.”

  “Rousseau huh? Where you from, if you don’t mind my asking?” Marcus asked.

  Valerie explained her circumstances, coming from New Orleans but actually being based in New York. “But work keeps me flying around the country a lot,” she finished.

  “And what do you do?” Marcus asked indicating that she should take a seat. She and Kyle pulled up chairs and sat with Marcus and Paul.

  “The company I work for is a conglomerate and they tend to like investing in areas, property, minerals, wildlife conservation, all those kinds of things,” Valerie said.

  “Uh huh?” Paul said eyeing her. “And what is your company’s interest out here?”

  “They don’t tell me a lot,” Valerie lied but for some reason Paul’s suspicious looks were making her nervous, “They give me a grid reference and say go check it out. So I do. Of course, around here the GPS goes on the fritz and next thing I’m lost.”

  “And then I show up, knight in soft flannel that I am,” Kyle joked his smile broad, “And rescue her.”

  “Yeah, he showed up just in time, this bear was outside my car. It was sniffing my windows,” Valerie said. “I’ve never been so scared in all my life!”

  “Scared of bears huh?” Paul asked.

  “Well there’s a lot of ‘em here,” Marcus said. “We like to have nature free and untouched around here.”

  “Damn straight!” Paul said.

  Just then the waitress, a pretty girl with long blonde hair and golden eyes came over to ask them what they wanted to drink.

  It took a long time, most of the meal and a few drinks afterwards to get Paul to be civil to her. But in the end he said she could see Kyle again if she wanted to. Marcus told him it wasn’t up to him, and the two old men had a friendly squabble.

  Valerie had a great time. Kyle was fabulous company. He told jokes, kept the conversation light and away from any topics that might make her tell more lies than she already had. She found herself liking these strange men. And now she began to wonder just what Petersen-Snow wanted with Sun Valley. The brief had been brief to say the least. They wanted photos, they wanted reports on local industry and farming. They wanted to know about the people, what they did for a living and how many were employed. If she didn’t know better she would say that they wanted to take over the whole town. But that was ridiculous. The company never did that. They usually bought up a struggling business or two that were in line with their current global vision, or if they needed a PR boost, they would adopt a school or a wildlife preserve, and send out the media en mass to cover the event.

  But this felt different. Valerie hoped it would all be for the best.

  And so their evening ended. She had a lot of prep work to get done back in her room and since she hadn’t checked in yet, it was a good idea if she left Honey’s.

  The ride back was fun. Kyle spoke at length about his grandpa. How he had raised him in the forest and the mountains. How his grandpa was such a great guy. Valerie could see it and she smiled.

  Back in her rental she followed Kyle all the way into town. He drove her right up to Grandma’s Inn and then even carried her bag, which had wheels, into the tiny reception for her.

  “So I guess this is goodnight?” he said. He was a little jittery and eventually took her hand in his. “I have thoroughly enjoyed this evening. Perhaps we should do it again while you’re in town?”

  Valerie grinned. He was so much fun, so light and she thought she might be interested in getting to know him a little, no, a lot better. Well she had that vacation time, and staying here for a bit and then going home would also work for her. She nodded.

  “I would love to,” she said.

  Then Kyle let go of her hand and walked out the door. He turned on the threshold and looked back at her, smiled, waved and was gone.

  She sighed.

  “Yup,” the lady behind the reception counter said. She was a little thing with grey hair and milky blue eyes. “That Kyle is one handsome man. I knew his daddy Reuben, what a catch that one was too.”

  “You don’t say,” Valerie said taking the offered key.

  “Oh, still makes my toes curl just to think of him.”

  Valerie thanked her hostess and made her way to her room.

  Grandma’s Inn was quaint. It put Valerie in mind of a Beatrix Potter house with doilies and frills on the tables, and embroidery on the cushions. The room she was staying in was small, neat and homey with knickknacks and a tiny heart shaped chocolate on her pillow. In the en suite bathroom, small lavender scented soaps, and shower gel in the smallest bottles imaginable, greeted her. She had a whole collection of hotel stuff that she travelled with. Never being in one place long enough to buy actual groceries beyond the essentials, it was great to have handy little bottles of mouth wash, shampoo and conditioner, and one use tubes of toothpaste.

  Valerie flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Then she pulled her laptop out of its bag and began to go over her notes. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

  She fell asleep with her computer next to her on the bed and dreamt of Kyle and a bear.

  The morning sunlight glinted through the leaves on the tree outside her window. As Valerie opened her eyes she stared at it and thought of home. As a child she had played in the trees that grew all around her plantation home. These thoughts of homesickness weren’t helping her she realized. She needed to get up and get ready. After all she had a meeting with some council members. What they were the council of she wasn’t entirely sure, but if Petersen -Snow wanted to do anything in Sun Valley, these people had made it abundantly clear that she had to go through them.

  The meeting was in a conference room in the city hall. It was a squat building with the obligatory columns out front and three floors, but it was a block of concrete that some inept architect had tried to fancy up. Valerie hated buildings like that, but she made her way inside anyway, toting her laptop bag on her shoulder. She was dressed in light grey slacks and a peach blouse with a thin jacket to keep out the chill. The wind was blowing today and it was a little fresh for her taste.

  Looking professional was important, but for the li
fe of her, Valerie had not been able to tame her wild, dark curls this morning and now they blew about her face until she was safely inside where the wind couldn’t get her.

  The conference room was on the first floor right at the back of the building and she got lost along the way, and had to ask directions twice. So she stepped through the door a little after ten to find a whole host of people sitting around the oval table.

  On one side, sat men with grey hair, beards and matching grey suits. On the other sat grey and white haired men, in jeans and flannel shirts. There were eight of them in total, four suits and four flannels.