Mouse shifter and cheesecake addict Tara Evans is having a tough time of it. Her abusive ex has just arrived in town. Her sister has arrived for a visit and is clearly hiding something. Now her mate has just walked in the door. Worst of all? She's out of cheesecake.
Alex Russell may be a grizzly bear but there is one thing that can have him quaking like a cub. His mother. She's in town and determined that it's time he was mated. Alex would never admit it to her but he agrees. The problem is that he will never settle for anyone other than his true mate and he hasn't met her yet.
Can Tara and Alex manage to get their act together while fending off an enthusiastic mama bear and an unscrupulous ex?
Bearly A Squeak
By Ariana McGregor
Copyright © 2016 Adara Anderson
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Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
About The Author
Further Books
Dedication
To Michelle.
Thanks for the help and all the pep talks.
Chapter 1
Ooh, cheesecake! Would anyone notice if she 'borrowed' a piece? Tara's fingers twitched as she eyed up her favourite snack. She really shouldn't. Barry, her ex, had always told her that she ate too much, that she needed to lose weight. He had been a violent, abusive jerk, and she was so happy to not be around him, to have finally escaped him. Still, sometimes she heard his voice in her head, repeating many of the nasty things he'd said during their relationship. Most people had a little inner voice that whispered to them at times, undermining their confidence, making them feel bad. Hers just happened to sound exactly like her ex.
She sighed. No cheesecake for her today. Sob. Evil swine or not, Barry was not entirely wrong about her ever-expanding butt. A steady diet of cheesecake tended to have that effect. She forced herself to look away from the tempting cheesecake. Peeking through the kitchen door, she saw Ethan picking up his morning coffee order. Dana was serving him, giggling at something he'd said. Their hands brushed, lingered. It was all adorably soppy, sweet, and sickening all at once. Tara experienced a little pang of jealousy. Not of Ethan exactly, no. It was more that she wished someone looked at her the way Ethan looked at Dana. Was that too much to ask?
She eyed the cheesecake again. Screw it. She could always start her diet again tomorrow. She reached out to it, freezing when a ringing noise cut through the air. She jumped and snatched her hand back, her heart pounding.
“I didn't touch it,” she squeaked, eyes darting around but finding no one. Oh, right. Her phone was ringing. Not the cheesecake police. She rolled her eyes at herself. Nobody cared if she ate the cheesecake, nobody except her own conscience. Stupid conscience.
Rummaging through her bag, she found her phone, saw her sister's name and answered.
“Hey Sara,” she greeted her twin. Yeah, her name was Tara and her twin sister was Sara. As if that wasn't bad enough, their younger sister was called Kara. Then there were the cousins. Lara, Mara, and Nara. Her family were evil when it came to naming kids. Pure evil. Surely that should have counted as abuse.
“Hey sis,” Sara's voice came over the phone. “How's stuff?”
“Good,” Tara said. Her eyes strayed to a lonely looking slice of cheesecake. “How's everything going with you?”
“Yeah, good,” Sara answered. She paused. “I thought maybe I could visit for a while. If that's okay.”
“Of course it's ok,” Tara said straight away. “You don't need to ask. Is everything ok?” Her sister sounded a little strange. Well, truthfully she sounded the opposite of strange. Sara sounded normal, quiet even. Sara was not a quiet, normal girl. If she sounded normal, it meant something wasn't right. Sara had always been the louder, more confident twin.
“I'm fine,” Sara said, her voice a little shaky. Even through the phone, the cheerfulness sounded false. “I just have a little free time and I haven't seen you in a while. I miss you.”
Guilt flashed through her. Once extremely close to her sisters, Tara rarely saw them now. In the last few years they hadn't even spoken much. It was her fault. Completely. She hadn't wanted them to know how bad things were with Barry, so she'd kept her distance. When she'd eventually found the courage to leave her ex, she'd left her family too. Packed up and moved to a new town where nobody knew her story. A fresh start. She'd never meant to abandon her family, but other than the occasional phone call or birthday card, she had kept her distance. Unwilling to explain how she had ended up here, it was easier to limit conversations. Easier but lonely.
“I miss you too, sis,” Tara said softly. “I'd love to have you come visit.”
“Awesome,” her sister said. “I should arrive sometime tomorrow. Still at the same address?”
“Yeah,” Tara said, eyes drifting back to the cheesecake. That slice was sitting off by itself. It would be a shame to leave it there all alone. It would be an act of kindness to put it out of its misery, right? “I'm working tomorrow, so pop into the cafe and I'll give you the key.”
“Ok, love you sis.”
“Love you too.” Tara ended the call, frowning a little. Sara sounded different, troubled. Once Sara arrived, she'd get everything sorted. It would be easier to get her to talk in person.
Turning around, she spotted the cheesecake still sitting there. Looking at her. Calling to her. Seducing her, it could be argued. After all, she was only human. Mostly. Well technically she was a shifter, which meant practically human with a few added perks and the ability to turn into a mouse. Not exactly the type of shifter that struck fear into the hearts of people. Except people with a fear of small animals that scurried. Not for the first time, she wished she could be something cooler. Like a tiger. Or a yeti. Did those really exist?
She watched the cheesecake from the corner of her eye. Surely one little piece wouldn't hurt. One innocent little slice of cheesecake. She reached towards it.
The door banged open and she snatched her hand back.
“I didn't touch it,” she squeaked, spinning around so fast that she nearly lost her balance.
Dana watched her, an amused smile on her face. “Is it calling to you again? Begging to be eaten?”
“Can I help it if baked goods have suicidal tendencies?” she asked, smiling back.
“Are the chocolate cupcakes ready yet?” Dana asked, looking around.
She gestured to a table where the cakes sat waiting to be decorated. “I still need to ice them. I'll do it now.”
“Cool,” Dana said, leaving th
e kitchen to see to a customer.
Tara hummed to herself as she worked. She loved her job. Who wouldn't? Surrounded by the smell of cakes all day, being able to eat any misshapen ones. Funny how she usually managed to bake a few imperfect cakes. She smiled to herself. Life was good. Tomorrow she would get to see her sister, she'd sort out whatever was wrong with Sara, and then they could have fun together.
She finished icing the last cupcake and set the icing aside. Her eyes strayed back to the cheesecake. She'd been good all day, she deserved something nice. She reached out a hand.
BUZZ! The oven timer had gone off.
“I swear I didn't touch it!” she hissed to the universe.
***
Grr. What did a bear have to do to get some peace around here? Alex stomped through the police station to his office. People scattered out of his way, suddenly deciding that they needed to be elsewhere. On another day he might have been amused by it. Particularly by the police officer who actually dived over a desk to get out of his path. He heard the thunk and quiet curse as the officer hit the floor on the other side of the desk. Normally that would have been hilarious. Not today.
It had all started a few days ago. A perfectly normal day. Right up until he'd opened his front door and found his mother on his doorstep. With suitcases. Grr. He loved his mother, really he did. He just loved her better when she wasn't actually there. In his house. Rearranging things. Talking his ear off about how it was time he settled down and found his mate. Provided some grandcubs.
Stomping into his office, he slammed the door. A crash informed him that yet another picture had been shaken off the wall. He threw himself into his chair, ignoring the way it creaked alarmingly. A mate. Hmph. It wasn't as though he didn’t think about it. He did. Actually, in the last few years, he'd thought about it quite often. He liked the idea, in theory, and had imagined what it would be like to have someone special to go home to after work. So, yeah, he was already well aware that he was getting older and hadn't found his mate yet. It was a sore point for him. His mother, being his mother, had zoomed right into that tender spot and poked it. Over and over, every time he'd spoken to her in the last few days. He'd tried to steer her away from the topic, even suggested she might like to visit her other son or her daughter. Yeah, it was every bear for himself in his family and he'd gladly toss his siblings to their mother. Sadly, it hadn't worked. Apparently, as her eldest child, she'd be sorting him out first before turning to his siblings. Grr. Stupid birth order.
What was he supposed to do? His mate wasn't suddenly going to turn up just because he wanted to find her. He wanted his true mate, not just any woman. If he settled, he would always feel cheated, that something was missing. What if he mated someone and then found his true mate? That would be a disaster of epic proportions. It's what had happened to his parents. They hadn't been true mates and then when his father found his true mate, he'd up and left them. He could understand his father leaving his mother, even though he hated it. The pull between true mates was strong, impossible to deny for long. Leaving his kids? Unforgivable. Alex Russell senior had walked out on his family and never looked back. No phone calls or visits to the kids. No birthday cards. Nothing. Alex Russell junior was making damn sure he wouldn't do the same.
How was he supposed to find his true mate? Not his mother's suggestion. He couldn't repress the shudder at the memory. His mother had a few friends with daughters she thought Alex should meet. Uh, no. Just no. He knew perfectly well which women his mother was thinking about and he'd rather give his bear a bikini wax. In a corner of his mind, his bear opened one eye and growled at him. He reminded his bear about the women in question. The bear shuddered and went back to sleep. First there was Carla. Exceptionally loud with a shrill voice, she was also drunk more often than not. Then there was Denise. His mother referred to her as 'a lovely girl who is just a little bit unbalanced'. Alex referred to her as 'batshit crazy with a side of psycho'. The latest had been Suzie. To be fair, Suzie was a great person, attractive, sane, and fun. There was just the fact that she had a tendency towards committing crimes, pretty much all the time. It would be embarrassing to be in a relationship with someone he had to keep arresting.
Besides, the problem remained that he'd met all three women and knew that they weren't his true mate. How could he find the woman who was?
Chapter 2
This day sucked. Really sucked. Sucked more than a dehydrated vampire at a blood bank. That's how much today sucked.
Tara leaned on the counter. She hated being at the front of the shop, preferring to spend most of her time through the back. Customers were a necessary evil in her line of work, but she preferred it when they weren't in the same room as her. Today was Dana's day off and Fiona had called in sick. Hannah was here but couldn’t do everything by herself, so Tara was splitting her time between the kitchen and helping serve customers. However, the suckiest part of her sucktastic day? They'd run out of cheesecake.
The one bright spot was that her sister should arrive today. That almost made up for the lack of cheesecake. Almost, but not quite.
It was mid-afternoon and still no sign of Sara. Still, at least the shop was quiet now. Just a few hours and then she could go home. This day was a total write-off. It really couldn't get much worse.
The door opened and Tara froze to the spot. What do you know? Apparently the day could get worse. She stared, unable to take her eyes off the incomer as he looked her up and down, his expression clearly finding her wanting. Barry. Her ex. What the hell was he doing here? If the universe were nicer, he would have become fat, bald, or ugly. Instead, he stood there in front of her looking like a male model. Perfectly straight white teeth, floppy blonde hair, warm brown eyes. Couldn't he at least have developed acne? Even just one single zit? Hell, she’d have settled for a wrinkle.
“I see you're still eating the cheesecake,” he remarked, his gaze on her hips.
She couldn't control the flush in her cheeks or the guilt that swamped her. It was always that way with him. No matter how strong she thought herself, one well aimed remark from Barry and she went back to being mousier than her inner animal. Why did she let him get to her this way?
“Barry?” she squeaked. She held onto the counter, trusting it to hold her upright. Her legs certainly weren’t up to supporting her. “What are you doing here?” Was it coincidence or had he deliberately tracked her here?
“I've just moved here,” he answered, his smile a little too smug. “I felt like a change and I'd heard such good things about this town.”
“Moved here?” He couldn't be serious. Not now when her life was going so well. Now she'd have to pack up and leave again. Start over. Where could she go? Her mind span, trying desperately to find a way to escape.
“Yes,” he answered, watching her. “Permanently. Which gives us plenty of time to get reacquainted, Mouse.” She hated that nickname. He always used it as a weapon, not a reference to her inner animal, rather a dig at her lack of confidence.
She stared at him. She wanted to tell him to get lost. That she'd never allow them to get 'reacquainted', but she never had been good at standing up for herself. Especially not with Barry. Something about him made her small and powerless. She hated her reaction to him but she could never quite wrestle it under control.
“Meantime,” Barry continued, “I'll be sitting right over there in the corner. Get me a coffee. You know how I like it.” He stalked over to sit at a corner table, his eyes constantly watching her.
Her hands shook as she made his coffee. A braver woman would have told him to leave. A really brave woman would see him wearing his coffee. Katie, the bravest woman she knew, would have stalked over to him and ripped his spine out through his mouth. Tara wasn't brave. Instead, she found herself doing exactly as he said, like she usually did. Her whole body clumsy, her mind reeling with shock, she simply went through the motions. She'd never expected to see him again. She'd believed she was free. How had he found her?
Only her family knew where she'd gone and they’d never have told him. Panic choked her. She had to get out of here but she couldn't leave yet. Not if she wanted to keep her job. Although, if she decided to run, she wouldn't be needing her job anyway. Paralysed with indecision, she simply continued to do as she’d been told.
Hannah came over and took the order over to Barry. He gave her an amused smile and settled in to watch Tara. He was going to just sit there, watching her, intimidating her. What would happen when the cafe closed? Would he follow her home? This day just couldn't get any worse.
The door opened and Sara breezed into the café. Tara’s heart skipped a beat. Her day just got worse again. Her ex and her sister in the same place. They'd only met a few times, but their mutual antipathy had been immediate and obvious. Tara forced herself to breath and almost hyperventilated. She couldn't deal with the inevitable scene when Sara and Barry came face to face. Sara was really not a 'turn the other cheek' type of person. This had the potential to go all kinds of wrong.
“Hey sis,” Sara said, walking round the counter to give her a hug. “Everything ok? You look a little pale.”
“I'm fine,” she said, forcing a smile. “Just tired and I hate working out front. You want my key?” Maybe if Sara left now, she wouldn't see Barry and the disaster would be averted.
“Nah,” Sara said. “I thought I'd have a cup of tea and wait until closing time. Then we can head home together.”
Relief and fear warred in her mind. Barry wouldn't try anything with Sara here. Her sister, however, possessed a bit of a temper and might react badly if she spotted Barry. Tara held her breath as she watched her sister take a seat near the counter. She hadn't noticed Barry yet but eventually she would. Barry wasn't smart enough to stay away. He was going to draw attention to himself and then things would get messy. The kind of messy that would see the cafe shut down for health code violations. Blood and entrails were considered highly unsanitary. This day really couldn't get any worse.
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