Free A Burn To Bear (Fire Bear Shifters Book 3) by Sloane Meyers

wasn’t worried about River. She was going to be just fine.
    He was worried about telling everyone that they couldn’t mention shifting tonight. He knew his crew wasn’t going to be pleased to have to be on their guard tonight, but he wasn’t ready to explain shifting to River quite yet.
    Things were going too well to throw that complication into the mix.

Chapter Eight
    That night, River pulled nervously into the parking lot in front of the large hangar that her phone’s GPS told her was the location Luke had given her. She took a deep breath and asked herself why in the world she had told Luke to let her drive herself here. The idea had been good in theory, but now she realized that she had to enter the building alone, without Luke’s arm to hold onto. She considered texting Luke and telling him to come out to get her, but she didn’t want to look like a total coward. She felt her hands getting clammy at the thought of meeting everyone. Luke talked about his crew like they were family, and she got the feeling that part of her job was to impress them.
    River had never felt like the impressive type, but she had brought one secret weapon with her—the four leftover pies that she had bought for yesterday’s book club that never happened due to the rainstorm. Although they were a day old now, the pies would still be delicious. Who could dislike her when she showed up with such sugary goodness?
    River took a deep breath and got out of her Jeep. She grabbed the large canvas bag that she was using to carry the pie boxes, and then made her way to what appeared to be the front door. She knocked, and waited for several long moments without a response. Maybe this wasn’t the front door. No one had marked it as any sort of main entrance. She knocked again, harder and louder this time. If she didn’t get an answer, at least she’d have an excuse to text Luke to come get her.
    Just as she pulled out her cell phone to send Luke a text, the door flung open. A tall, dark-haired man with dancing green eyes stood behind the door. River recognized him as the friend Luke had been with the few times she’d run into them at Riley’s pie shop.
    “No one ever knocks at this door,” the man said, looking amused. “You must be River. I’m Trevor, Luke’s best friend. But don’t tell Hunter I said that.”
    “Don’t tell Hunter you said what?” came a voice from behind Trevor. Another tall man appeared behind Trevor. He had the same dark hair and green eyes as Trevor.
    “Nothing,” Trevor said, giving River a mischievous wink.
    “Dude, I heard you. Just accept that Luke is never going to love you as much as he loves me. We have a truly special bromance,” the man said, and then turned to look at River. “I’m Hunter, Luke’s real best friend. I’m sure he’s told you that already, though?”
    River shifted her weight from one foot to another and held up her large canvas bag. “Um…I brought pie?” she said, smiling sweetly up at the two men and avoiding Hunter’s question.
    Trevor burst out laughing. “Well played, River. You’re going to fit in just fine around here.”
    Luke walked up at that moment, and gave both Trevor and Hunter a warning glare. Then he walked up and kissed River softly. She shuddered slightly with delight as his lips touched hers. A now familiar feeling of warmth shot from his body to hers. She had no idea how she could be so connected to someone that her body physically responded so strongly every single time he touched her, but that’s exactly the kind of connection she had with Luke.
    “Hey, babe,” Luke said. “Did you find the place okay?”
    River nodded. “Yup, easy peasy. Finding the front door was harder than finding the place itself.”
    “Yeah there’s not really a front door. We mostly hang out back behind the hangar anyways. I guess I should have told you that. I’m just so used to it that it seems so obvious to me. I see you’ve already met Trevor and Hunter. We should