Free Sold To The Bears (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) by Amira Rain, Simply Shifters

particular, always made me feel as if he were hiding something from me. Some secret he wasn't telling me about. Sometimes before we fell asleep at night, I'd catch him looking at me with a look in his eyes I could only interpret as one of pain. Once I asked him if he had something to tell me, and he simply closed his eyes and went to sleep.
     
    After another week went by with a few similar instances, I became certain. He had killed Gray and Estelle. And whether Malachi had told him, or whether he'd found out some other way, he knew they'd been my adoptive parents. He knew. And he was feeling guilty.
     
    I began stewing about whether or not I should confront him and demand he admit what he'd done, or whether I should just resolve to never say anything and simply choose Adrian as my husband instead. Because while I didn't yet trust him a hundred percent, or even anywhere close, I couldn't deny that I just felt in my gut that Adrian hadn't had anything to do with the attack. I guess there was something about him I was beginning to trust maybe just a teeny-tiny bit.
     
    Before I could decide what to do, confront Grant or simply choose Adrian without a word, I began to realize that something terrible was happening. Something so profoundly terrible I couldn't even admit it to myself at first. But eventually, after a few glasses of wine alone in my rooms one evening, I couldn't deny it any longer. I was developing some sort of a bizarre attachment to Grant. Though beyond articulating it to myself like that, as a bizarre attachment, I couldn't quite define what it was.
     
    I'd been thinking about him a lot on a daily basis. The thoughts had begun to feel something akin to thoughts of missing him, of hardly being able to wait to see him again. This, while I became even surer that he'd had something to do with the attack on Gray and Estelle. It didn't make any sense. And meanwhile, I hardly thought about Adrian during the daytime at all. Despite the fact that he was much more affectionate to me than Grant.
     
    After my realization about my growing strange attachment to Grant, I put my wineglass in the sink, confused and even slightly panicky. Head swimming, and not just from the wine, I left my rooms, deciding I needed a walk to clear my head and think.
     
    No one was on the ground floor when I left the house. Or, if they were, they were in different rooms and didn't see me, which I was very grateful for about a half-hour later when I decided to make a run for Stony Rapids.
    Chapter 7-
    I certainly hadn't intended to make a run for Stony Rapids. I'd started out just taking a walk out behind the house, trying to make some sense out of my strange new troubling feelings of attachment for Grant. But after a few minutes of fresh air, I'd begun to only feel more and more troubled. I'd begun to feel more and more uncertain. Uncertain  about what, I wasn't even sure. Which just made me feel even further troubled.  Like I wanted to run.
     
    At first, I was just going to take a run down the back road that connected with the main paved road leading out of town. But then, once I was on the main road and had cleared the city, I had an idea. I'd just leave Sun Creek. I'd just go back to Stony Rapids and beg Malachi to take me back as a member of the community. Then, I'd never have to try to untangle my complicated new feelings for Grant. I'd never have to think about him again.
     
    I hadn't forgotten that he'd paid a large sum of money for me, and I realized that because of that, he might try to come after me and reclaim me. However, I wondered if Mil might intercede on my behalf, after realizing that I must have been very unhappy in order to leave. I wondered if she'd talk Grant into just letting me go. It was at least possible. I knew she'd grown to really like me. I'd also grown to really like her. Which wasn't to say that I trusted her, but like with Adrian, maybe I did just a tiny bit. I knew for certain I would miss her.
     
    I jogged