Beck (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  Dietrich gave a start, for he had perched on the arm. A fleck of cool water leaped from his damp, dark hair, landing on Elise’s cheek.

  “Sorry about that,” he said, “my skin takes forever to dry.”

  He reached out, one thumb gently pushing the droplet away. Despite all the fear and uncertainty Elise had been through on that long, dark night, Dietrich’s touch sent warmth through her body. He was gorgeous on the outside, all Anina’s boys were, but there was something more to him than just his dark looks. Something calming and protective lived within that perfect shell of muscles.

  “I’m sorry that your first night was a little alarming,” Dietrich continued, “but Fairhaven’s a great place. You’ll love it here.”

  The ranger’s smooth words washed over Elise’s nerves, and she hoped that he was right.

  “What do you mean ‘coming for me’?” Elise yelled into the phone. “Who even says that anymore, Jane?”

  Jane Walsh was Elise’s agent, a woman who never stopped working. She and Elise had been on the phone from the moment that Elise checked into her cabin on the West Ridge. There was a complimentary fruit basket on the kitchen counter, which provided Elise with both breakfast and lunch during the conversation. It was necessary to keep going over the facts. Elise was desperate to process the scale of her mistake.

  “Chantelle Picard is not happy about what you said,” Jane confirmed for the hundredth time. “She tweeted that she’s coming for you, and encouraged all her brainless fans to do the same. Your feed is full of abuse. Don’t look it at honey, promise me.”

  Elise rested her brow on one hand, trying to soothe her tension.

  “Oh God, it’s all over isn’t it?” she replied. “I’m never going to get a gig again.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Jane shot back. “The whole internet’s talking about you. You’re ten times more well-known than before. We just have to let things die down, then plan a relaunch. You got to the park okay?”

  “Not really,” Elise sighed. “I mean, I’m here now, and the cabin’s stunning. But last night I almost got attacked by a bear.”

  “A bear!” Jane exclaimed.

  “But then this other bear showed up and started fighting it.”

  “So… you were rescued from one bear by another bear?” Jane asked.

  Elise paused. In her frantic dash to escape, she hadn’t really thought about it like that.

  “I guess I was,” she mused. “This other bear was a little different. It had these weird golden eyes.”

  On the other end of the line, Jane choked on her coffee.

  “Golden?” she repeated.

  “Yeah, and-”

  “Don’t you realize what that means?” Jane cut in.

  “Clearly not,” Elise answered. She waited, listening as Jane took a deep breath in.

  “Do you remember that guy we met at the wrap party for that awful werewolf movie?” Jane began. “The one who said he was their ‘authenticity consultant’?”

  Elise had to think for a moment, but the face of a slim, silver-haired man came to her mind. She suddenly remembered what was so striking about him.

  “He had golden eyes!” Elise said.

  “He was one of those people,” Jane explained, her voice heightened by excitement. “A shifter!”

  The whole world knew that shifters existed, those peculiar souls who could transform between their human state and a designated animal form. Elise had only ever met one, at that wrap party, though she’d sometimes heard stories of other people who had encountered those rare beings. That was what the golden eyes meant, and Elise had forgotten. The Best family shot back into her mind at the realization, their golden gazes burning in her memory.

  “You were rescued by a shifter,” Jane said, clearly impressed. “And one who turns into a bear too. That’s a powerful friend to make on your first night.”

  “I guess it is,” Elise mused.

  Jane began to chatter about the situation with Chantelle Picard and her horrible twitter army, but Elise’s mind had started to wander. Those five park rangers circled her head, each of them broad and muscular. Reinicke, Hart, Kurt, Ben and Dietrich. It had to be one of them who had come to her rescue. But which one?

  A hand-written note had arrived from Anina, inviting Elise to dinner at the Rangers’ Lodge. Elise was overcome by a strange excitement at the prospect of meeting the shifters again, now that she knew a little of what they were. It was rare, to be able to say that you actually knew a person with a supernatural ability, even more so to have been rescued by one. Elise had returned to her car at the park’s front entrance to retrieve the few items of clothing she’d brought, singling out a shimmery golden dress to wear to dinner. It was probably a little too fancy for the woodland park scene, but she wanted to make a statement.

  When she reached the lodge’s ornate porch at six o’clock sharp, Elise felt her nerves tingling up and down her bare arms. And, when the door opened, they flooded into overdrive. Dietrich was the one to answer, dressed for dinner in silver suit-pants and a crisp white shirt that barely stretched across his chest. His dark hair was slicked back, but a wayward curl had escaped on one side of his forehead. Dietrich pushed it back into place, but it fell again no sooner than he dropped his hand.

  “Hello Elise,” he stammered.

  His words were breathy and spoken through a grin. Was he nervous? Elise wondered what on earth a hunky park ranger could have to be nervous about. Dietrich stepped back from the doorway to let Elise pass, and she caught a fresh scent on his clean-shaven skin. It smelled like cool spring water, inviting her to take a dip. The reception hall of the lodge looked cozier than ever in the evening, with its deep red curtains drawn and the sound of the crackling fire echoing through the space. Dietrich stepped further into the room, one wide hand showing Elise the way.

  “The family dining room’s just over here,” he offered.

  She saw him straighten out his shirt, which didn’t really need straightening. Elise gave a nod and followed Dietrich into the room, where Anina was fussing over her other grandsons.

  “For God’s sake, she’s here!” The old woman fretted terribly. “Look presentable at least! And table manners! This is a nice, human dinner, not-”

  Dietrich cleared his throat, and Anina stopped talking at once. Golden eyes flashed at Elise from all directions, and she was surprised to see all the Best boys dressed up for dinner. The word ‘human’ had caught in her ear, and Elise thought it was a pretty good time to be frank with the family. She was famous for her frankness now, according to Jane.

  “It’s okay,” she began, “I know what you are. It took me a little minute to remember. I’ve never really met shifters before.”

  The words sank into the atmosphere, and hung there for a long moment. Elise wondered if she’d said the wrong thing, if perhaps the family didn’t like their true nature to be spoken aloud. But then Kurt gave a merry grin, and took his seat at the table.

  “Well, that’s going to save a lot of awkward excuses,” he said.

  Dinner began, and it was quiet and calm, so different from the mixers and meetings that Elise was used to in LA. Dietrich sat to her left and Anina was to her right, and between them they kept her updated on the illustrious family history of Clan Best. Shifters, Elise learned, grouped themselves into clans, either by blood or by convenience of location, and the Best boys were all related. Ben was Dietrich’s younger brother, the sons of Anina’s eldest son. Kurt and Hart were brothers too, the children of Anina’s daughter. And Reinicke was the son of Anina’s other son, whom the rest of the clan didn’t seem keen to elaborate on.

  Reinicke kept to himself at the table, but the other boys were talkative and friendly. Elise liked their company, but her interest kept shifting in only one direction. Dietrich seemed to pulse beside her, like he was giving off heat. She wanted to be close to him, to physically move her chair nearer. It was magnetism, two people drawn together, but Elise had never felt it on this scale
before. Tempting herself, she leaned towards Dietrich’s ear. He tensed at the close contact.

  “Sorry to interrupt, but could you show me where the restroom is?” she said, almost in a whisper.

  Elise had no desire to use the restroom, but when Dietrich excused them from the table, she followed him dutifully. They walked up a fine wooden staircase that curved back on itself, arriving at a series of doors upstairs. The lodge was huge, and there were open doors to bedrooms everywhere. Dietrich put his hand on the golden handle to a closed door.

  “Family bathroom,” he announced.

  When she reached for the handle, Dietrich was too slow in taking his hand away. Their skin brushed, leaving Elise craving that warmth of his. She looked up into his golden eyes, studying them and trying to remember the events of her first night in Fairhaven.

  “Please tell me it was you,” she urged. “You rescued me from the grizzly. You must have.”

  “I’ve got the bruises to prove it,” Dietrich admitted with a nod.

  “And you said you’d been swimming,” Elise added.

  Dietrich raised a dark brow quizzically.

  “You noticed my fur was wet?” he asked.

  “I noticed everything,” Elise answered, her voice suddenly breathy. “You know, when you get past the terror of the situation, nature’s really kinda amazing.”

  “I guess you don’t see it much in LA,” Dietrich reasoned.

  Elise shook her head.

  “But…” Dietrich continued. “You like what you see here?”

  The ghost of a grin appeared in the corner of his mouth. Elise grinned too, her eyes wandering to his smooth lips and his suntanned face.

  “Very much,” she revealed.

  Dietrich waited for her at the top of the stairs, and Elise spent a few moments in the bathroom pretending to use the facilities. Instead, she texted Jane to see if there were any updates on the press storm surrounding her, and to casually mention that a gorgeous new guy had just flirted with her. When Jane sent her only a winking smiley face in reply, Elise emerged from the restroom with a wide, contented smile.

  “I was thinking,” Dietrich said as they descended the stairs, “maybe I could give you a tour of the park tomorrow? There’s a lot of places the public don’t usually see, but I know all the most beautiful spots.”

  “I would absolutely love that,” Elise replied at once.

  When they reached the dining room, Anina was shouting something at the other boys in German, and once again Dietrich’s not-so-subtle cough urged her into silence. Elise sat back down, unable to suppress her grin.

  “I’ve never studied German,” she said brightly, “do you all speak it?”

  Anina nodded proudly.

  “The clan moved here when I was a young woman,” she explained. “The boys are all American, of course, but I try not to let them forget their roots. Sauerkraut every Sunday with dinner.”

  Dietrich winced, and Elise stifled a giggle. She noticed Anina watching them both with that thoughtful sparkle back in her eyes.

  “Dietrich’s offered to take me on a tour tomorrow morning,” Elise told her.

  As expected, the old woman’s joy overflowed in her gaze, and her wrinkled smile was impossibly wide.

  “So, your Grandma seems really keen to marry you all off,” Elise observed.

  She and Dietrich were sitting on the edge of a fairly high ridge, looking down on a fantastic spring of crystal clear water. Dietrich fumbled with a twig, his hands bending and twisting the wood nervously. He looked out into the gorgeous view, a smile ghosting his lips.

  “Tell me about it,” he replied. “We don’t meet a lot of girls our age out in the wilds of Fairhaven. She thinks we’ll all end up bitter old bachelors if we don’t start dating soon.”

  “Hence Karina’s agency getting involved,” Elise filled in.

  “Did she make you do an interview on the phone?” Dietrich asked.

  Elise shook her head. “Worse. Mine was face to face. Her office is in West Hollywood.”

  Dietrich gave a little shudder, his huge shoulders rocking with the motion.

  “God, it was so embarrassing,” he revealed.

  “Seriously?” Elise cut in. Dietrich looked at her in surprise. “What do you have to be embarrassed about? What girl wouldn’t want a date with a six-foot-six park ranger?”

  He let loose a nervous grin, and the twig snapped between his fingers.

  “Well, I’m not good at talking, in case you hadn’t noticed,” Dietrich replied. “When I’m not telling you about the clan or the park, I hardly know what to say. I’m not sure I have a lot in common with an LA model.”

  It killed Elise’s buzz a little to hear that, because he was probably right. She liked him though, that kind of instant chemical like that you couldn’t ignore, and it made her keen to bridge the gap between their lifestyles. She raised a hand to the gorgeous scene ahead.

  “Well, we have this,” she offered. “I love this place. My life has been so busy for so long, and now it’s crazier than ever. Fairhaven is calm and open and beautiful. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now.”

  “Me either,” Dietrich said softly. “I’m a private kind of guy. I usually only come to this spot on my own. I… uh. I didn’t realize how nice it’d be to share it with someone else.”

  Elise turned, and Dietrich was closer to her than he’d been a moment before. That heat was back, coming off him in glorious waves. It tempted her nearer, her eyes falling to his lips. They were barely more than strangers, only a few days into getting to know one another. And he was a shifter, a being that Elise still knew very little about. But it felt good to be so close to him. It felt right.

  On the very edge of their kiss, when their lips had almost met, a camera flashed in their faces.

  “Miss Davenport, what do you have to say about Miss Picard’s backlash?”

  “Elise, over here! Give us that smile, beautiful!”

  “Who’s your new man, Miss Davenport? Any comment for the gossip column?”

  A swarm of press had found them. Cameras continued to flash everywhere, and the sea of reporters held out their phones and Dictaphones to record every second of the action. Elise scrambled up from the ridge, flipping her hair into place at her shoulders. She didn’t know where to look, for she had never had so many cameras on her at once, even on the red carpet. Usually, people took photos of who she was with, never Elise herself. Now, at the eye of the storm, she wasn’t sure that she liked all the attention.

  “No comment,” she shouted above the clamoring pack. “I am here with a good friend enjoying a pre-planned break in nature. I have no reply for Miss Picard.”

  It was the wrong thing to say. It only made the media more determined to pursue their story. Dietrich had gotten to his feet during the flash-storm and when Elise looked to him, she was horrified to see how uncomfortable he was. He shielded his eyes and face from the harsh lights of the cameras, trying to ignore the yelps of the reporters who were beginning to target him specifically.

  “Are you a ranger here, sir?”

  “How long have you known Miss Davenport?”

  “What’s your comment on Chantelle Picard? Do you agree with what Miss Davenport said about her?”