Free Bear Pause (BBW / Bear Shifter Romance): A Billionaire Oil Bearons Romance (Bear Fursuits Book 6) by Isadora Montrose Page B

to cover a name, which just added to its nondescript appearance. Its high beams were on. When the driver spotted a fragment of pale cloth waving from the barbed wire fence, he slowed to a crawl before continuing down for another mile down the single lane road. He made a U-turn where the road widened just enough to permit it. He parked at an angle to the fence sporting the rag. The headlights illuminated rag, fence and field.
    The driver and his passenger got out of the cab and scanned the empty road. The driver pulled the hood of his gray sweatshirt up and tightened the cord to conceal his face. His companion tugged his red ball cap lower on his forehead. He shone a powerful flashlight out into the dark field.
    The grass had been eaten low, but the cattle were mostly asleep. A few of the cows raised curious heads as the light disturbed them. The men did not speak. They went back to the truck where other hands had raised the rear door and tossed out great plastic wrapped rolls of hay. This was followed by a four-foot length of fence. Two fence posts supported six one-by-two strips. A man wearing camo was joined by another wearing a dirty brown Stetson. They carefully carried the fence section to the verge and laid it flat.
    Camo retrieved long wire cutters from the truck. He motioned impatiently to the others who moved away. He stood well back of the barbed wire, holding the wire cutters at the end of their long handles. He snipped six times. Lethal wire whistled through the air and curved back into tangled coils.
    He circled the mess and cut the wires on the other side just as prudently. Red Cap and Stetson pulled heavy padded gloves over the ones they were already wearing. They balled up the wire, treating it with the respect its inch-long twisted prongs inspired. They carefully handed it up to the hands waiting for it on the back of the truck.
    Camo and Sweatshirt rolled the bales of hay through the newly created gap in the fence, towards the sleepy cattle. They sliced the protective plastic and broke up the hay so the cows could get at it. By the time they got back to the gap, Red Cap and Stetson had set the new section of fence upright. Sweatshirt took the flashlight and played the beam over the stock pond. There was still plenty of water.
    Red Cap got a couple of cordless drills from the truck. The four men dry-fit their section into the gap created by cutting the barbed wire out. The doubled fence posts looked a little odd, but the new section fit with about a half inch to spare on either side. Perfect. They laid it flat again and set about adding hinges.
    When they screwed the hinges onto the original fence posts, the new gate swung freely. Camo got a pry bar and levered the wooden strips off both sides to reveal six tight rows of barbed wire on the gate. Sweatshirt added a latch. They fastened the gate. All four men stood back to admire their work.
    Sweatshirt turned down the high beams. The others got back into the vehicle and it drove quietly into the night. The deputy in the county car passed it as he went to make his patrol through the Double B. The men in the truck held their breath, but they were given no signal to halt.

CHAPTER TEN
    Steve braced himself against the back wall of the stall. He savored the sweetness of Laura’s mouth. It was the softest, tenderest kiss he had ever shared with a woman. The rightness of her was a tide of satisfaction surging in his blood, yet her tentative response made him realize he had to get this right. Whatever else Laura Bascom was, she was no female version of Grandpappy Clive.
    He pulled back his questing tongue and nibbled gently at her lower lip instead, enjoying the softness of her bosom pressing into the hardness of his pecs. Her nipples were hard beads telling him she was either cold or turned on. He hoped it was the latter, but he wanted to take no chances. He trailed kisses to her earlobes and nuzzled behind her ear seeking the elemental fragrance he knew lurked