“Beautiful tree,” he said.
“Thanks!”
“And thanks again for having me stay.”
“Anytime.” She should have showed him where the spare room was, but instead, they continued to stand stock-still, holding each other’s gaze. Brock’s beautiful, intense eyes seemed to burn into hers, making her feel lightheaded. He took a step forward, bringing him within two feet of her. Her heart hammered in her chest and she fought the urge to look away, but somehow she managed to keep looking into those dark pools of eyes.
The stairs creaked, signifying that Grayson was on his way down. They stumbled apart, guiltily.
“Oh, I should’ve brought mom’s crutches up,” Madison said.
“It’s ok, I’ve got it,” Grayson replied, jumping down the last couple of steps, snatching the crutches up from where they were propped against the bannisters, and heading back up the stairs again. Relief and panic mingled in Madison’s veins. She stepped away from Brock.
“I’ll just get some blankets for the couch,” she said, and regretted it instantly.
“Sure,” he said slowly, as if in a trance.
She went to the airing cupboard and pulled out a couple of brightly-colored wool blankets.
“I bought these in Nepal when I was travelling there a few years ago,” she said as she brought them over to the couch and laid them out. “They were handmade in this little family workshop.” She was babbling, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted him. And he’d been about to kiss her. At least, I think he was? Why else would he be standing there looking at me so intently, his pupils dilated in those gorgeous eyes?
“Madison,” he said.
“Yes?” she replied, straightening up and turning around at the same time. He was right in front of her. He bent his head and his lovely, full lips came up close, and suddenly they were on hers. His mouth was soft, yet insistent, and she tingled all over, her lips instinctively parting, welcoming his kiss. He touched the tips of her shoulders with his fingertips, then ran them along her upper arms. And then Grayson called, “knock, knock!” Brock pulled away, but regarded her steadily, as if communicating his pent-up desire to her.
“It’s ok!” he called back, and Grayson came downstairs, grinning mischievously.
“Just checking,” he said. “Madison, your mom is a very charming lady. You’re lucky to have a mother like her.”
“I know,” she replied with a smile.
“Well, I’m about ready for sleep. I was thinking we should flip a coin for the bed,” he said.
“Oh, I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight,” Madison said. Brock gave a shocked laugh.
“Uh, I’m afraid you won’t. There’s no way we’re going to intrude on you, and steal your bed for the night!” he said.
“No, I insist,” she said, equally firmly. “You wouldn’t even have to sleep here if it wasn’t for the fact that you heroically rescued my niece today. I’d happily sleep on the floor as a mark of my gratitude.”
“Madison, we’re bears. When we’re in our bear form, we can sleep on a hard floor comfortably. And in our human form, we can still crash on a pretty hard bed with no issues at all,” Brock said. “It would be completely against our nature to agree to sleep on a bed while you slept on your own couch. We appreciate the thought, we really do, but I’ll be spending the night here. No arguments.” And with that, he plopped himself down on the couch.
“Ok,” she faltered. “In that case, I’ll just tell you that there’s a bathroom over there, with towels, and there are a bunch of new toothbrushes in the cupboard under the sink. Please make yourself at home, and feel free to eat anything in the kitchen.”
“Thank you. Good night, Madison, Uncle Grayson.”
“Goodnight, Brock. Grayson, I’ll show you the room and check that the sheets are on the bed,” she said, and led him upstairs.
A few minutes later, Madison went into her room, shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. Her mind was whirling, and her lips were still tingling from their kiss. She ran a finger across her lower lip. Is that even possible? It seemed kind of crazy, but at the moment their lips met, it was as if an electric charge was running through her body.
When she lay down in bed, she tossed and turned for a while, unable to get thoughts of Brock out of her mind. He was the hottest, most protective and sexiest guy she’d ever met in her life. And he made her feel so vulnerable.
She’d spent more than a decade being a steely-natured lawyer, who never let her guard down, even with her ex-husband, but Brock made her feel like he was really seeing her for who she was. And that was a scary, yet thrilling thought.
Chapter Six
Brock woke up slowly, drifting in an out of sleep for an hour or so. Like all bears, he found it very difficult to get up during the dark winter months. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a huge Christmas tree, glittering with baubles and tinsel. He was in Madison’s house. Madison! She was single. And he’d kissed her last night. After so many years of dreaming about her, he had finally touched her and kissed her soft lips. And now she was upstairs, probably still sleeping. He tried to picture her, imagining her wearing a silky nightdress, maybe in a soft pink, with thin shoulder straps. She’d be lying on her side, her long dark hair spread across the pillow, dark eyelashes splayed on her cheeks. Damn, I wish I was there beside her, holding her in my arms, listening to the sound of her breathing as she sleeps, he thought. She was so strong and independent but he also sensed a vulnerability in her, and he yearned to protect and cherish it. So many times the night before, he’d been on the point of asking her about her divorce. She must’ve left the guy. There was no way a man would walk away from a woman like that.
He strained his ears for sounds of her sleeping, but he could only hear Uncle Grayson’s growly snores. He hoped they weren’t audible to human ears as well. He yawned and stretched with the satisfaction of having had a good night’s sleep. The couch was really comfortable, and he hadn’t woken once during the night. He sat up and put his shirt on, buttoning it as he walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside. He gave a low whistle. The snow was deep, maybe three feet in places. Even their four-wheel-drive truck would have a hard time getting through it.
He padded across the hall and into the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the tiles beneath his bare feet. He opened the fridge and surveyed the contents. There were eggs and bacon, and a loaf of bread on the counter. He hesitated. He really wanted to do something nice, but maybe Madison was saving the food for something, and she’d be mad if he started cooking up a storm in her kitchen without asking permission. Surely it was okay to make coffee though, and the coffeemaker looked simple enough – a lot like the one he had in his cabin at home. He filled it up and switched it on, and soon the delicious aroma of good coffee filled the air.
Just as he was wondering whether to pour it and take some cups up to the others, the stairs creaked under the weight of a slow, heavy tread.
“Good morning,” Elsbeth called as Grayson brought her in and deposited her on the sofa. “You make me feel like the Queen of England,” she said, regarding Grayson with sparkling eyes.
“Anything for you, ma’am,” he said, dipping his head in an exaggerated bow. “I don’t know how you’ve been coping with those stairs before though.”
“Oh, very slowly. I’ve also spent a few nights on the couch, when it’s been too much effort to get up to bed. It’s rather comfy, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Brock said with a grin. “I didn’t stir all night. Now, can I get you some coffee?”
“Yes please, dear. With milk; no sugar.”
“Same for me, please, bud,” Grayson said.
“And how about Madison – would she like a cup?”
“I’m sure she would. You could take it to her, if you’d like?” Elsbeth said, and to his surprise, she winked at him.
Brock couldn’t pour the coffee out fast enough. He made sure he didn’t overfill Mad
ison’s cup, and he was soon walking carefully across the hallway and heading up the stairs.
Her door was still shut, but he could hear her stirring, turning over in bed, and sighing softly. He knocked gently.
“Come in,” she called. As he opened the door, she was pulling herself up into a sitting position. She looked breathtaking. Her hair was a little mussed, falling around her shoulders, and her eyes were huge and soft, as if they weren’t yet ready for the day. Best of all, she was wearing a silky nightgown with thin straps. It was emerald green, rather than pink, but he thought he actually preferred that color on her.
“Good morning! I thought you could use this,” he said, coming over to her.
“Good morning to you too, and I could absolutely use a coffee,” she said, smiling with a hint of shyness. She took the cup from him and sipped. “Delicious,” she proclaimed. She scooted towards the center of the bed. “Please sit – if you like?” He sat down. She smelled amazing – so sweet and feminine. He picked up the scent of rose oil, almonds and musk.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked.
“Yes, best sleep I’ve had in ages. Must’ve been all that excitement yesterday. But, more to the point, did you?”
“Yes. Your couch is amazingly comfy.”
“That’s what mom says.” She picked up her cup and wrapped her hands around it, before lifting it and drinking from it. “Are you guys working today?”
“We were thinking of opening the store, but I think everyone in the town must have their trees by now. More to the point, I’m not even sure how we’ll get up there in the snow.” She looked thoughtful.
“Are you saying you’ll have a hard time getting home today?”
“Maybe. I can’t even imagine what the mountain’s going to be like today. The roads will pretty much be wiped out by the snowfall, I’m sure.”
“In that case, why don’t you guys stay here for Christmas?”
“As in here, here?”
“Here, here. In my house. We can have a big Christmas dinner. I think Karen will want to be in charge of cooking it, but I know she’ll just love to have you over.”
“But wouldn’t we be getting in the way? Don’t you just want to have a family Christmas?”
“Not at all. I’ve had too many lonely Christmases. To me, the more the merrier.”
“Are you absolutely sure? I mean, we can easily stay at the motel, I’m sure.” She clicked her tongue.
“There’s no way any of us would let that happen. Trust me, we’d love to have you stay. Let me just tell Karen the good news.” She picked her phone up and started typing. Brock watched her, barely able to contain his excitement. He’d be spending another 36 hours in this gorgeous woman’s presence. And, as much as he always said Christmas wasn’t a big deal, he’d always secretly longed for the full American Christmas experience. “Here’s proof that Karen wants you to stay,” Madison said triumphantly, showing him the screen of her phone. She’d written: ‘How would you feel about the three bears staying for Christmas?’ and Karen had replied, ‘Over the moon! The more the merrier!’
“See, my sister and I have some things in common,” she said with a grin.
“In that case, I’d hate to disappoint you all, so I guess we’re staying!”
“Fantastic!” For a moment, he thought she was going to hug him, but she seemed to check herself and hold back. “Right, I guess I’d better get up.”
“Sure,” he said, standing up, and heading for the door. “I’ll see you downstairs.” He closed the bedroom door behind him regretfully, hating to be away from her. Her energy was magnetic, drawing him to her, like a cool lake on a scorching-hot day.
“Grayson was just saying that the drive back up the mountain was going to be a little tricky today, so I suggested that you boys stay and celebrate Christmas here with us,” Elsbeth said as Brock came back down to the kitchen. Grayson was busy cooking up eggs and bacon on the stove. Brock broke into a grin.
“That’s a funny coincidence, as I’ve just had a very similar invitation extended to me,” he replied.
“You have? And what did you say?” she said. He shrugged.
“I said we’d be delighted.”
“Me too,” Grayson said.
“Well, isn’t that fantastic?” Elsbeth said, looking from one to the other. “We’re going to have a wonderful Christmas together. Sophia and Abbey are going to be so excited!”
“Thank you so much for the invite, Elsbeth,” Brock said, bending down and kissing her on the cheek. “And you’re happy not to open the store today, Uncle Grayson?” Grayson snorted.
“If anyone’s fool enough not to have bought their tree yet, they can come get the key to the yard from me, and pick one up themselves,” he said.
Just then, Madison came downstairs in a black knitted dress and dark green woolen pantyhose. Brock’s bear scratched at his insides and snuffled. He was having an increasingly hard time keeping it under control. Her hair was damp from the shower, and his stomach flipped at seeing her like that, before she was prepared for the outside world.
“Good morning!” Grayson called. He was in his element cooking for everyone, an apron tied around his waist. Brock suspected Karen might have some competition when she prepared the Christmas dinner tomorrow.
“Good morning,” Madison replied, lips curving in amusement.
“Please sit,” he said to everyone, and served up bacon, eggs and toast.
They chatted constantly as they ate, Brock studiously avoiding looking at Madison. She was right next to him, and from time to time, as she talked animatedly, her foot swung out and brushed against his leg. She seemed to be unconscious that she was doing it, but it was setting him on fire, his desire for her thrumming in his veins.
“What do you all usually do on Christmas eve?” Grayson said, when they’d finished eating.
“We often take the kids to play in the snow. Apart from that, there’s usually some last minute gift wrapping to do, and preparation for the dinner the next day,” Elsbeth said. “And we used to go out on the street at midnight and wish Merry Christmas to our neighbors. We haven’t done that for a few years though, as the snow’s been too much. And it looks like it won’t happen this year either.”
“I don’t know. I feel like there’s not going to be any more today,” Grayson said, craning his head to see out of the window. “The sky’s clear.” And it was – it was a perfect, wintry pale blue. He got to his feet and started clearing the plates off the table.
“If it’s okay with you, we guys need to go run a couple of chores this morning. But after that, we’ll be back to help you out.”
“Absolutely,” Madison said. “But I’ll clear up here.” She wrestled the plates from him and stacked them in the dishwasher.
A few minutes later Brock and Grayson buttoned up their coats and left the house, heading to Karen’s place to collect Riley. He came out grinning.
“So, we going hunting?” he said.
“I want to, but I don’t know how that’s going to work, since we don’t have anywhere to prepare the meat,” Brock replied.
“Karen says we can use the garage, as long as we don’t bring back anything big.”
“She did, huh?” Brock bumped his cousin with his shoulder. “And what else did she say?” Riley didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Bears didn’t talk about their feelings much, but it was obvious that Riley was smitten with her.
At Grayson’s suggestion, the bears headed to the shack where they’d found Sophia and the other teens the night before. There were no signs that anyone had been living there for a while, but the kitchen was still stocked with utensils. There were a couple of sharp knives, and outside there was a big stone slab that would be perfect for preparing meat.
“I think we can actually do all the prep up here,” Riley said.
“Excellent news. In that case, we can probably catch a deer as well,” Grayson said.
They went inside and shifted, leaving their clo
thes piled up in a corner.
After a couple of hours, they came back with four rabbits and a small deer. They prepared the meat with an expert hand, bagged it and carried it down the mountain to Karen’s place.
Chapter Seven
Madison and Karen decided to have the Christmas celebrations at Madison’s place to make things easier for Elsbeth, so Elsbeth sat by the fire while the other four brought everything over and stuffed it all into Madison’s kitchen. Sophia was no worse for the previous day’s adventure and worked far harder at her chores than usual, as if to make up for the trouble she’d caused. Madison worked quickly and cheerfully, making pies, full of nerves and excitement at the thought of seeing Brock again.
They stopped for a sandwich at lunchtime, and as they were starting up again, Brock knocked on the door, asking for the keys to the garage. His cheeks were glowing from the cold, and he looked rugged and tousled.
“We’ve got some extra meat, and it’s all ready to cook, but we figured that we’d leave it in the garage as it’ll take up too much space in the fridge,” he explained.
“Perfect. Are you guys going to come hang out with us now?” Madison asked.
“Soon. We’ve got a couple more errands to run in the town first though.” Madison’s eyes were drawn to his lips as he spoke, the memory of their snatched kiss still fresh in her mind. He gave her a smoldering look that made her nipples harden beneath her bra.
“We’ll be back soon,” he said, and he was gone again.
*
When the three guys came back a couple of hours later, laughing and joking, Karen decided it was time for more mulled wine.
“It’s to fortify us against the cold,” she explained. They all sat by the fire and sipped them, while Abbey waited impatiently.
“Are we going to play now?” Abbey demanded, the second Karen had finished hers.
“Yes, let’s go!” Karen yelled, running for her coat. Sophia rolled her eyes, but put her coat on too.
“Are you guys coming?” Madison asked.
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