Free The Bigger They Are… (Lovers on the Fringe, Book Two) by Stephanie Julian Page A

sit. “Fairy has such a distasteful connotation these days. Of course—”
    “Fry.” Andy kept his voice in a pleasant, everything’s just fine tone. “Could we discuss this after the nice man has put the gun away?”
    Fry hiccupped then covered his mouth with his hand to cover a burp. “Of course. But why does the nice man have a gun? That doesn’t seem very nice to me.”
    Mike waved the gun in Andy’s direction as if he was going to twirl it baton-style. “I have a gun because I’ll shoot you with it if you don’t do what I say.”
    Andy would do anything as long as the guy didn’t point the gun in Jenna’s direction again. He held up his hands in classic “Dude, don’t shoot me” position.
    But Jenna… Jenna wasn’t taking any shit.
    Before he realized what she was about to do, Jenna pulled back her arm and cold-cocked Mike.
    In a scene worthy of an 80s Power Rangers episode, the gun flew out of Mike’s hand and landed in Fry’s lap, who brushed it onto the ground and under the car. Mike went down in a heap.
    And Jenna began to curse like a sailor as she shook out her hand before she turned to him.
    “I want to know what’s going on right now.” Without glancing away from Andy, she put her hand out toward Mike, who’d made a slight motion toward getting up. “You move and I will make sure you sing soprano for life.”
    Andy sighed. “You know all those things you’re brother believes in? They’re true.”
    Then he flicked the switch again.
     
    Jenna didn’t think her mouth could open any wider than it was right now.
    I so owe Joss an apology.
    It was the only thing she could think as the creature that had once been Andy raised a shaggy paw and waved at her.
    Like Chewbacca. Damn, he looked like a freaking Wookie.
    A white wookie, actually. And strangely…cute. Shaggy white fur that didn’t look straggly at all. Actually it looked as if it’d been recently brushed. Like a show dog before judging.
    Behind her, she heard something fall to the ground. And the fairy—sorry, the fae, began to laugh. “Well, that’s one way to shut the guy up.”
    “I…I…”
    Her brain kept trying to tell her that that…creature…was Andy.
    Andy was the Abominable Snowman. No, wait…what did Joss call them? Yetis.
    Yeah. Sure. Andy was a Yeti. Made perfect sense.
    Bumbles bounce.
    She blinked as the world began to darken, despite the fact that the sun was shining overhead. Passing out became a distinct possibility.
    “Uh, Andy? She’s looking a little…pasty.”
    She turned to look at the guy with the wings and couldn’t help but grin when he waved at her with the tip of one of those beautiful, blue-tinted appendages.
    Holy crap. The guy had blue wings.
    And the man she’d slept with last night was a Yeti.
    She had to tell Joss. She had to apologize for not believing in him. For occasionally thinking he was a crackpot and secretly patting herself on the back for being the sane sibling.
    Joss was going to be a millionaire. A superstar. Forget about a cable show, he was going to make movies and…and…
    She blinked and Andy stood in front of her again as a man. The hunky man he’d been before he’d turned into a seven-foot, white-haired snow monster.
    Or—
    No. She was going crazy. That’s all there was too it.
    “Jenna, I think you need to breathe,” Andy said.
    She automatically sucked in a deep breath and realized she’d been about to hyperventilate.
    “What are you?”
    She had to hear him say it. Had to know she wasn’t going crazy and seeing things that weren’t really there.
    Andy’s chin went up and he drew himself to his full height, an impressive sight.
    Then he bowed and Jenna had the urge to curtsy.
    “I’m a member of the Yeti tribe. My home is in Nepal but most of the younger tribe members no longer live in the village of our ancestors.” His voice had taken on the cadence of the guy who narrated a lot of the whacked-out shows on the History Channel, odd breaks and all.