Werebear's Nanny_A Paranormal Romance

by T. S. Ryder

  “Goodbye,” Ricky said, his voice rumbling.

  Tyrell glared at Smith as he stormed back to his Cadillac. Ricky patted his shoulder as Smith drove away. They inspected a couple of fields and were careful not to talk about the incident any more. Especially, about how protective Tyrell had been towards Cynthia. Nor about the implications of a human-bear mating program.

  He was still tense when he arrived home, though, and only got tenser when he found Cynthia sitting with Rex Tesla next to her on the porch swing. A growl ripped from Tyrell’s throat and his bear snarled, batting against his ribs. He jumped from the truck and stalked to his porch. The door was open and he saw Tamara inside, playing with her toy hotrods. Seeing her helped relax him a smidgen, but he still glared at Rex.

  “What are you doing here?” he demanded of the other bear. His muscles coiled.

  Rex shrugged. “I came to see how Miss Jones was settling in. I wanted to make sure that everything was alright.”

  “And how do you know her?”

  “Rex ferried me over here.” Cynthia beamed at Rex, a soft light in her eye.

  That look made Tyrell’s stomach twist. What was going on here? “Rex, you know that you—”

  “I was checking up on the lady,” he repeated. “Because she and I connected on the boat ride over. You can’t imagine how shocked I was, hearing that someone off the island was coming to be your daughter’s nanny.”

  Tyrell didn’t respond to that. He understood what Rex was really saying. He was shocked that a human, a non-shifter, would be brought in to be Tamara’s nanny. Just like Smith. His knuckles cracked from clenching his fist so tightly. “Yes, well. I was surprised as well.”

  Rex grinned toothily at him. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

  Cynthia looked between them, the smile fading off her face. Clearly, the mounting tension was getting to her. He thought about asking her to wait inside but rejected it. It wasn’t as though things were going to get violent. Rex might taunt and push and try to provoke him, but Tyrell was level-headed enough to deal with him.

  “Surprised by…?” Tyrell arched a brow.

  “By Ruby. I’m not surprised to hear that she lied to this lovely young lady about why she’s here.”

  “Ruby was just trying to help,” Tyrell snarled. Okay, maybe his head wasn’t as level as it should be. But taking potshots at his sister? That was low, even for Rex.

  Cynthia broke in. “Honestly, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s unexpected, but I’ll be fine.”

  But Rex ignored her and continued. “Maybe Ruby was trying to help you but she certainly didn’t help Cynthia. Luckily, I know that there are plenty of people looking for childcare. She and I were just talking about a job possibility in town and me—”

  “That won’t be necessary.” Tyrell barely stopped himself from growling again.

  His hands clenched, and he released a breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked at Cynthia, trying to ignore Rex altogether. Her eyes were wide, her mouth an ‘o’. Between Smith and now Rex, he had made up his mind. Cynthia was in a vulnerable enough position here on the island already, not knowing anybody and with no money. He wasn’t about to let her be in a situation where she was even more vulnerable, one where she’d be in debt to the likes of Rex.

  “Not necessary?” She cocked her head, waiting.

  “I gave it a lot of thought today, and I think it would be good for Tamara to have another woman in her life. I can’t keep relying on Ruby all the time. And with my schedule, I’ll have to drag her around everywhere with me. But she needs to have something steadier. Someone who can help her with homework…”

  Rex hissed under his breath, but Tyrell didn’t look at him.

  Cynthia’s eyes had lit up and she clasped her hands tightly. “Oh, thank you! I promise you’re not going to regret this. Thank you so much!”

  “Cynthia—” Rex’s voice was harsh, but when she gave him a startled look, he smiled and shrugged. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll always be here for you.”

  With a final glare at Tyrell, Rex stalked away. Tyrell glared at him, waiting until he was gone before he turned to Cynthia. The smile was still on her face, oblivious to the tension between him and Rex. He counted to ten, and when he spoke he kept his voice low enough that Tamara wouldn’t be able to hear him.

  “Cynthia, in the future I don’t want Rex around here.”

  Her smile faded, and a confused look flashed in her eyes. “Why not?”

  He glanced at Tamara. “He and I have… a history. Let’s just say that he blames me for something. He’s not entirely wrong, but the way he’s gone about it concerns me. I don’t want my daughter exposed to that sort of negativity. So please. If he comes around the house again, tell him to go.”

  “Well…” Cynthia cocked her head to one side, looking confused and curious. Eventually, she nodded. “I guess, yeah. If that’s what you want.”

  “Thank you.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Now… if you still want to work for me, let’s go inside and talk about expectations on both sides.”

  Cynthia nodded. He put a hand on the small of her back as they went back inside and he caught a whiff of cinnamon and ginger. It made him want to bury his face in her hair and inhale until he had no breath left. Something warm flashed under his skin and he pulled back. Heat began to crawl up his neck and he tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation in his pants. Clearly, he was in need of a trip to the mainland. That’s all it was.

  Something inside of him tightened as she smiled at him, though. Something that had him wondering if maybe it was a good idea to start looking into a human-bear mating program.

  Chapter Three – Cynthia

  They didn’t actually get the chance to talk until it was well into the night. Tamara needed extra attention, and Tyrell was more than happy to give it to her. Cynthia watched them play games and read stories while she cleaned up after supper. Once Tyrell had put Tamara to bed, he came out and gave her a tired, worn smile.

  “You didn’t have to do all the cleanup by yourself,” he said.

  Cynthia shrugged. “I like a clean kitchen. Especially out here in rural areas, where there is a greater risk for mice.”

  She shuddered. She hated mice. Had ever since she was little. The problem was that Tyrell didn’t have a cat around the place. Out here, that meant a greater chance for invasion. She wasn’t about to let her defenses get sloppy.

  “There aren’t any mice in my house.”

  “You never know that until it’s too late.”

  Tyrell smirked. “Right. Well, shall we sit down and discuss expectations now?”

  She nodded and settled down on the couch. Tyrell sat across from her, close enough that their knees brushed. A jolt went through her at the touch, as if he were electric. Her body’s reaction had her blushing and she smoothed her hair behind her ears, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. His red hair fell into his face, curling into a perfect little loop that she wanted to slide her finger in, to rub the silky texture between her fingers.

  Her face heated further when he cleared his throat. “To start off with, I’d like to know what Ruby promised you.”

  “Ruby. Right.” It took a moment for her to remember that it hadn’t been Tyrell whom she had been communicating with the past couple weeks, but Ruby.

  She would be angrier at the other woman if Ruby hadn’t stopped by today to explain herself. Apparently, Tyrell worked far too hard and was always dragging Tamara out into the field with him. While Tamara seemed to enjoy it, it didn’t leave her a lot of quiet time. While Ruby’s actions had not been the best, her heart was in the right place.

  Cynthia sucked in a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. The situation she found herself in was different than she’d imagined beforehand, but she’d make it work. “Well, um, she said that I’d be getting a salary of one thousand a month, and free room and board.”

  Shock flitted across Tyrell’s face. His jaw dropped. “A thousan
d? What does she think, I’m made of money?”

  Cynthia flinched. Broken down to a per-hour basis, a thousand a month wasn’t much. Granted, Tamara would have to go to school which meant Cynthia would have a lot of free time on her hands, but there was a serious amount of cleaning that needed to be done around the house, and she had her personal expenses too. With the free room and board, a thousand a month had seemed like a reasonable proposition, though, as she wouldn’t have to worry about basic necessities.

  Tyrell leaned back on the couch, expression warring between fury and regret. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to shout.”

  “It’s okay. I know that this is all unexpected for you.”

  “It’s just that we’ve never been that well-off, and the last couple… well, decades have been hard.”

  “Decades?”

  Tyrell nodded but didn’t explain what he meant by that as he continued. “We’ve recently had a change in the structure of the leadership of the island, though. We’re becoming a closer-knit community, with more of the wealth shared… it used to be that we were divided into four… groups and we each hoarded our own goods. With things shared more equally, we’re all in better positions. But I don’t have that kind of expendable cash.”

  “Right.” Cynthia sighed. Without rent and budgeting a small portion of her own personal food, she could get away with less. She had lost cell service halfway here, too, so she’d just cancel her number and have her parents phone the landline here. Or use Skype. “How much can you pay me, then?”

  Tyrell glanced at his hands, seemingly ashamed. “I’ll have to go over the budget more closely, but probably… around five hundred.”

  Cynthia’s eyes widened. Five hundred? Half of what she had been expecting. Could she make that work? She inhaled deeply and considered it. She didn’t have to pay for rent, or car insurance or maintenance. If she got a bike, she’d be able to ride into town when Tamara was in school. It wasn’t terribly far, only about ten miles. So that would mean no gas, either.

  Even as her mind reeled from the unexpectedly small number, a bubble of excitement rose in her stomach. With Tamara at school and free time on her hands, perhaps she could start a side business for herself. It was something she had always wanted to do, but never had the time and energy for. Here, she would have the time and the push to get it started.

  Cynthia leaned forward. She tried not to show how distracted she was. Before she made a decision, she needed to know exactly what sort of free cash she was looking at. “Would utilities be included in the rent?”

  “You mean free?” Tyrell gave her a saucy grin, then nodded. “Yeah. All utilities. Uh, we get electricity and water nearly free since it’s produced on the island. We just have to pay a fee for upkeep, but shared with everybody on the island it’s small. I don’t have cable or internet or anything.”

  “Cable isn’t necessary, but I’m going to want internet. Gotta keep up with Netflix somehow and my parents are going to want to skype me.” She started to relax and smiled at him. “What about groceries?”

  “I’ll take care of basics for meals. Anything special you want you’ll have to shell out for.” He winked. “The good thing about being a rancher is that I can produce a lot of my own food. I can also trade my products for stuff I don’t grow myself.”

  She nodded, a relieved smile crossing her face. She was going to be making only half of what she expected, but at least her expenses would be low. “Then I guess with all that taken care of... We can try out five hundred. At least, see how it works out. Who knows, maybe you won’t even like me.”

  Tyrell grinned at her, eyes sparkling. “Oh, I don’t think that’s possible, Miss Jones. You are a very likable person.”

  Her stomach fluttered. A blush rose up her cheeks and she managed to give him a smile that she hoped didn’t seem too flirtatious. Tyrell nodded and stood. He left without a word, leaving her rolling his words around her brain over and over again. She was going to like being here; she just knew it was going to be fantastic.

  “Although…” Tyrell came back into the room, his smile faded into a scowl. “You should know, there are some people who aren’t happy that you’re here. Distrustful of outsiders and whatnot. I’ll get you a radio, for you to call me if any of them show up at the house.”

  Cynthia’s brows rose. “They wouldn’t try anything, would they?”

  Tyrell shook his head. “No, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. There’s one guy, James Smith. He’s a real piece of work and might try to scare you off. If he comes around I’ll deal with him. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Tyrell nodded. Cynthia considered him for a moment longer. Was he kidding? She couldn’t imagine why someone would try to intimidate her into leaving just because she wasn’t from the island. He seemed dead serious, though, and she shivered. Well, after living in New York for five years, she could handle anything. Couldn’t she?

  ***

  “Cynthia, can I ask you something?” Tamara stared up at her with a very serious expression on her young face.

  Cynthia smiled at her. It had been a couple of weeks since she had arrived on the island, and things were settling into a good routine. She walked Tamara to the bus stop in the morning and picked her up again in the afternoon. Today, they had gone into town. Cynthia was looking for something that she could make during the days when she was on her own, to try to build up a small online business. Tyrell was working, out driving his cattle to a new field, so she had brought Tamara with her.

  “You can ask me anything, sweetie.”

  Tamara brushed her strawberry-blonde curls from her eyes and nodded once. “What’s sex?”

  Her voice was rather loud and carried through the store. A few of the other patrons glanced over curiously. A few of them chuckled. Cynthia’s face turned bright red as she froze. She had plenty of experience nannying for younger kids, but this situation had never come up before. This was something that a parent ought to explain to their child. She wasn’t sure what Tyrell did and did not want his daughter to know at her age. As she cast her eyes about, floundering for an answer, she took Tamara’s hand.

  Smiling to make sure that Tamara knew that she wasn’t in trouble, Cynthia spoke quietly. “Why don’t we go get an ice-cream and talk about it, okay?”

  “Yum!”

  At the ice-cream store, Cynthia radioed Tyrell, explaining quietly what had happened. Tyrell, his voice full of laughter, asked her to bring Tamara out to the fields. Relief washed over Cynthia.

  Tyrell was waiting for them in the fields, and she smiled at him while they approached. Tyrell seemed to be quite calm, which helped soothe her nerves. Cynthia had decided long ago that it was the best thing for children to understand the mechanics of sex as soon as they became curious. God knew, if she had been taught about sex earlier, she wouldn’t have gotten into the mess her marriage had been. She knew next to nothing about it when she was a teen; what she did learn, she learned on her own, from the stories friends told her and later, from watching porn.

  It had left her with a very skewed understanding of what sex was and what it meant. If she had been told what it was or what it should be, rather than just being told ‘don’t do it or you’re evil’ she wouldn’t have married Michael when she had. She wouldn’t have thought that he was the end-all of her life, that she was ruined for relationships because she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

  Tyrell took Tamara’s hand. “I heard that you asked Miss. Jones what sex was.”

  Tamara’s face fell. “Was it a bad thing?”

  “No.” Tyrell shook his head. “It’s not bad. Come on. We can talk about it, angel. First off, you know how some of the cows are pregnant, right?”

  Cynthia took her leave. She partly wanted to stick around, to see how Tyrell would handle the questions that Tamara would no doubt throw at him. But she didn’t know him that well, yet, and it was a discussion that they’d best have alone. She returned to the truck, and after a moment Tyrell sent her a text
saying Tamara would stay with him the rest of the day. With nothing else to do, she headed back to town.

  Her mind drifted back to her own life growing up as she walked around the stores, finding what was for sale and what the prices were. If only she had learned more from her parents. Maybe then she wouldn’t have been a divorcee before she reached the age of thirty. But life wasn’t like that, you couldn’t go back in time.

  “Hey there.” A smooth voice behind her brought her out of her thoughts. She jumped as she turned, then smiled to see Rex Tesla standing there. Her heart beat a little faster as her face flushed.

  “Hi,” she squeaked out. Actually squeaked. She grimaced.

  Rex, however, only laughed. “I was hoping that I’d see you again. I thought, since Jarvis looked so mad when I came to visit you, I’d better keep my distance.”

  Tyrell hadn’t fully explained why he didn’t want Rex around. Cynthia couldn’t imagine what it could be. It wasn’t like he was one of the people who didn’t want her on the island. There had to be another reason, but Tyrell hadn’t shared whatever it was. Maybe Rex had picked on him in high school. Who knew?

  There was heat flaring in Rex’s eyes, though, a look of hunger as his gaze trailed down her body. It made something inside her twist. He was a very attractive man. Tyrell was even more attractive, though. And she had to admit, her attraction to him was far more intense.

  But it was a bad idea to get involved with someone she worked for… not to mention that Tamara was bound to be hurt if something did develop only for it to turn sour. And there wasn’t any harm in a little bit of flirting, was there? Rex seemed harmless enough…

  She grinned at him. “I was hoping to see you, too.”

  Rex offered her an arm. “Want to walk with me?”

  Cynthia smiled and nodded. “I’d love to.”

  They walked all over town, talking and laughing. It turned out that Rex was a fisherman. He worked with a large fleet to bring in fish for the island, as well as selling on the mainland. The more he talked, the more she understood what Tyrell had meant about the island being in a poor financial spot. It seemed like they had next to nothing coming in from the mainland.