Winston (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  “Okay,” Willow said not knowing what to expect.

  He disappeared. There were some horribly organic sounds and then a huge black bear padded out from behind the bush, and stood in front of her. It sniffed her. Willow sat dead still, not daring to breathe.

  “Tyler!” she called when she found her voice. “Tyler!”

  The bear nodded at her. It did, it nodded. Willow sat with her mouth open. The bear sat in front of her and pushed his head under her hand. After a moment’s hesitation she patted him, feeling his soft fur.

  “Oh,” she said and giggled. “You’re a bear. Like a werewolf?”

  He leaned towards her, his wobbly bear nose inches from own human one. Then he licked her. She laughed. He licked her face again and Willow patted him, sliding her hands through his fur.

  “Okay,” she said. “You can change back now.”

  Tyler the bear went back behind the bush. There was another moment of organic noise and then Tyler the man walked out, doing up the button on his jeans.

  “So, you see that’s why I don’t jump into physical relationships with women,” he said. “It’s amazing how badly some people take the fact that, some of the time, I look and smell like a bear.”

  “I think you’re kinda cute for a bear,” Willow said standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck. “So about that kiss…”

  Tyler grinned like a naughty boy who was about to raid the cookie jar. He bent his head down to her, as she stretched up to him and he picked her up, pressing her to him. She could feel every firm muscle in his abdomen, and hers turned to jelly. She breathed him in and after an eternity, his lips met hers.

  It was a kiss she would always remember.

  Tyler and Willow had just pulled up to the Lemon Drop when his phone rang. Willow went inside and ordered a cappuccino for him and a hazelnut, honey latte for herself. She was about to find them a table, somewhere in the busy little place, when Tyler appeared next to her.

  He looked tense.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  Tyler leaned across the counter and flagged down a barista. “Can you make our coffees to go?” he asked.

  The barista, a short, plump girl with very rosy cheeks, smiled and nodded.

  “Great, thanks,” he said then turned to Willow. He lowered his voice. “It’s the bank. They called to say that they aren’t going to approve the finance for buying the Sawyer farm.”

  “What? Why not?” Willow asked feeling genuinely sorry. “Didn’t they already approve you?”

  “They did, but now they’re saying there was some glitch in their software system, and now I don’t qualify,” Tyler said. He swore and banged his fist on the counter.

  The barista was about to put their coffees down and she glared at him.

  “Sorry,” Willow said, taking the coffees.

  She steered Tyler outside with the take aways in her hands. Then she handed him his cardboard cup.

  “I’m so sorry Tyler, I think your camp idea is a wonderful one,” Willow said sincerely. But Tyler was angry. She could see that. His usual grin had vanished and been replaced with a scowl.

  “Well I suppose I should congratulate you then,” he said with a waspish tone. “I guess this means that Mrs. Sawyer will sell the place to you.”

  “We aren’t the only two people interested in the farm, Tyler,” Willow said sipping her coffee.

  “Yeah well,” he said. Then he shook his head, “There’s something not right here. I’m going to the bank. You wanna come or what?”

  Willow was less enchanted with Tyler in this mood, so she sipped her coffee again to buy some time while she thought. As she swallowed she said, “I think you’ll need to go to the bank alone. I would just feel weird about it.”

  He shrugged. “So I’ll find you around here?”

  Willow nodded and kissed his cheek, “I really am nuts about you, you know.”

  He looked at her with no more anger in his face, and drew her into a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m just mad.”

  “Perfectly understandable,” Willow said and waved him goodbye as she trotted across the street.

  On her own, Willow made her way into a grocery store. She needed a few things anyway and this was as good a time as any to get them. She took a few minutes to buy what she needed and then she went to the park across the street from the bank, to wait for Tyler. She was sitting on the swings when she saw him.

  At first she didn’t recognize him. After all she had only met him once, but after staring for a while she realized it was him. It was the dark hair and grey eyes that she remembered. It was Dave, the guy dating her sister. He was dressed in smart trousers and a golf shirt that had a company name printed on it. He crossed the street and entered the bank.

  Willow wondered what he was doing there. After all, there were very few things that actually required a bank visit these days. But here he was. She contemplated following him into the bank, but thought better of it. Just because she was suspicious of him, didn’t mean there was really anything to be suspicious of. She was Rosemary’s older sister and with that came a certain amount of over protectiveness.

  The sunlight was warm, the sky blue with little white puffy clouds drifting by, and she was happy. So Willow let it go. Later she would wish she had followed him.

  Tyler dropped Willow off at home in time for her matinee performance, but he didn’t stay. He had things to do, he said. So Willow trotted into the house to grab a bite before heading over to the theatre.

  As she opened the door she realized there was something wrong. Aunt Vanessa was sitting at the kitchen table a box of Kleenex in front of her. She was sniffling into one now.

  “Aunt Vanessa what’s wrong?” Willow asked, quickly moving to sit in the chair closest to her aunt.

  Aunt Vanessa blew her nose loudly. “We aren’t getting the farm, Willow.”

  “What? How do you know that?” Willow asked.

  Her aunt blew her nose again and wiped her eyes, then scrunched up the tissue and dropped it with the rest on the table.

  “The bank called today, they said there was some malfunction in their computers. They said that I don’t qualify for the finance,” Aunt Vanessa sobbed. Then she swallowed and looked angry. “As though thirty years of good credit meant nothing!”

  Willow put a hand on her aunt’s arm. “I’m so sorry.”

  Aunt Vanessa turned red rimmed, puffy eyes on her and sighed. “Oh well, at least Tyler’s in with a chance.”

  Seeing her aunt in such distress had driven everything else from Willow’s mind, but now when her aunt mentioned his name, it all came back.

  “Actually, he’s not getting the money to buy the place either,” Willow said. “The weird thing is, he got the same phone call today. Almost exactly the same.”

  Aunt Vanessa began to snuffle and took another tissue. She blew her nose again.

  “I was so hoping we could expand,” she said sadly.

  “I know,” Willow said but her mind was racing. What were the odds of two people, up for the same property, being denied loans after they had been told they were approved? A glitch in the system? How convenient.

  Willow had the worst show of her life that afternoon. She was so preoccupied she forgot her cues, messed up her duet with Randal, who went off in a huff, and then only managed to hold on until the final number was finished. By then half the cast and crew were mad at her, but Willow just had to know something.

  Rosemary was in the dressing room before her.

  “Wow! You had a shocker of a show!” Rosemary said her feet up on the counter as she lazed in her chair. She was reading a magazine again.

  “I have a lot on my mind,” Willow said. “Hey by the way, I saw Dave today.”

  “Oh?” Rosemary asked but her ears pricked up.

  “Yeah, he was at the bank,” Willow said.

  “Okay.”

  “Where did you say he worked?”

  “Some IT company, why do you care?” Rosemary asked. �
��Sad about Aunt Vanessa’s news isn’t it?”

  “Yeah it is,” Willow said. She was almost having a thought. It was hovering annoyingly just out of her reach, and she knew it had something to do with the unsettling feeling she had about this Dave person. After all, he had practically stalked Rosemary, and her sister was too blind to notice.

  Maybe she was being unfair. Maybe Dave was a nice guy. But somehow Willow just couldn’t fit that image in her head.

  The second show went better. Willow had decided that she really had no idea how to help either Tyler or Aunt Vanessa, and that she was being silly and mean. She hardly knew Dave. It wasn’t fair to judge him on a feeling.

  But as she came off stage and flopped into her chair in her trailer, her phone rang. It was Tyler.

  “Hey beautiful,” he said and she smiled even though he couldn’t see her.

  “Hey yourself,” she said.

  “Just wanted to find out how work was,” Tyler said.

  “Oh just fine, once I got over the shock,” Willow said. And then added remembering that Tyler didn’t know. “Oh you know that glitch that stopped you being able to get the money for the farm?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Well it happened to Aunt Vanessa as well. She got the call just before I got home,” Willow said. “She’s devastated.”

  “I’m real sorry to hear that,” Tyler said. “Listen babe can I call you back later? I just realized I have to make a quick call.”

  “Sure,” she said frowning into the mirror.

  They said their goodbyes which involved a lot of mush, Willow realized and smiled broadly. She felt like a teenager with an all-consuming infatuation. Nothing but Tyler mattered. Sigh!

  The next morning Tyler was at the back door just as the sun began to creep across the sky. Willow opened it in her pink rainbow pajamas, with the sparkly words, “I’m not a morning person without you,” stenciled on the Tee.

  “Hey, early isn’t it?” she asked letting him in. Her hair was still in pigtails she realized too late.

  “Morning,” Tyler said as he entered the kitchen. “This is George, he’s a buddy of mine, who’s real good with computers.”

  Willow waved a hand at George and went to her room to change. Even though he was a geeky looking guy with curly brown hair and thick glasses, she didn’t think that seeing her in her PJ’s was such a hot idea.

  So when she returned, now in jeans and a sweatshirt she found them sitting at the table with a robed and slippered Aunt Vanessa. Her hair was still in curlers and she had her habitual facial masque on her face. Nothing interfered with Aunt Vanessa’s beauty routine.

  “Tyler. You look fresh as a daisy,” Aunt Vanessa said. “I would love to have your genes.”

  Tyler smiled at her and began to help Willow put the coffee pot on.

  “I have to beg your forgiveness for this,” he said. “I wouldn’t usually dream of coming over so early, but this can’t wait.”

  “Can it wait for coffee?” Willow asked feeling drugged and sluggish as she always did too early in the morning. “Just otherwise you’ll be telling us the same thing at least three times.”

  Tyler sighed and nodded. Then he kissed her forehead.

  “You look so adorable in pigtails,” he said.

  Willow turned her unamused, sleepy face on him and sat at the table. George was already sitting and he had a laptop open in front of him, and was typing away at the keys.

  “We need to move quickly, Ty,” he said pushing his glasses back up his nose.

  Tyler nodded but they waited for the coffee anyway. The coffee finally perked. Mugs were retrieved from the dishwasher, filled with coffee, and sweetener and once the ladies had sipped the hot beverages he could finally speak. Willow had thoroughly enjoyed watching Tyler squirm.

  It was a tale out of a story book. What had tipped Tyler off was Willow telling him that Aunt Vanessa had also been approved finance, and then been denied suddenly, out of the blue. It was strange that it had happened to him, but when the exact same thing happened to her as well. That set him thinking. So he’d called George, who was a genius with all things computer.

  “Well it was hard to get in at first, but since Ty gave me his account details, it made it easier,” George said. He had a breathless way of speaking, as though he didn’t like the sound of his voice and was constantly trying to whisper.

  “So I found this funky little virus sitting there on his account. And what it does, is the moment someone tries to load any kind of application or anything for him, it automatically throws out a rejection,” said George. “So Ms. Marsh, could I have your details and then I can check your account?”

  Aunt Vanessa looked at Willow and Tyler for confirmation.

  “It would help us prove our case,” Tyler said, “But I totally understand not wanting to give George your details. I mean he is a total stranger.”

  Aunt Vanessa sighed, “If we’ve been cheated I want to know.” And she gave him her details there and then.

  It took a few minutes for George to access her account, and there he found it, the same virus.

  Everyone was keen to jump into the car and race over to the Sawyer farm and speak to Sally-Anne. Except that they had to wait for Aunt Vanessa to get ready. By that time Willow had made them all breakfast, they’d eaten it and packed the dishwasher too.

  Aunt Vanessa appeared in a pair of jeans and a blouse, with her hair and makeup done to perfection.

  “You don’t go into a fight with people who know about money and such like, not looking like a million bucks yourself,” Aunt Vanessa said.

  In a flash all four of them were piled into Aunt Vanessa’s SUV and they were off to the Sawyer farm. It was after nine now and people were on the roads. This delayed them a little with Tyler driving, thumping the wheel in his impatience.

  “You know, I don’t mind not getting the farm,” he said, “I don’t like being cheated.”

  “I feel the same,” Aunt Vanessa said vehemently. “I’m sure Sally-Anne will see reason though.”

  They pulled up to the old farm house. It looked just the same as a few days ago. Willow was a little surprised. So much had happened that she felt nothing should look the same. But that was silly.

  Tyler ran up the steps and knocked on the door. After a while Sally-Anne opened it. She was dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt. She smiled warmly at him.

  “Good Morning,” she said. “How can I help you?”

  “You can let us in, Sally-Anne,” Aunt Vanessa said from behind Tyler.

  “Vanessa! What are you doing here?” Sally-Anne asked looking shocked. “Oh didn’t that Malcolm give you a call, like I asked him?”

  ‘No,” Aunt Vanessa said, “He didn’t. What was he supposed to call me about?”

  “About the house of course, silly,” Sally-Anne said. “I sold the place. Last night to a lady and gentleman from the city.”

  “You what?” Tyler and Aunt Vanessa exclaimed. Willow felt the shock run through her. But how could this be happening?