Free The Cowbear's Mail Order Bride (Curvy Bear Ranch 6) by Liv Brywood Page B

him in a possessive move that would have frightened her had it been anyone else. But she had nothing to fear. Drew wouldn’t hurt her. She knew it in the depths of her soul. He was a good, honest man with nothing to hide…and she was completely unworthy of him.
     

Chapter 7
     
    Drew opened one eye and squinted at the rising sun. Light filtered in through the window, casting the bed in a soft glow. His arm had gone numb but he didn’t care. A beautiful woman was worth a little bit of pain.
    He carefully extracted his arm and flexed his hand several times. Pins and needles prickled along his skin as blood rushed in. He smiled. He’d shared one hell of a night with her. His bear chuffed in agreement. For the first time in a while, peace flowed through him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed being this close to another person. It wasn’t all physical either. There was something about her, something that made him want to be around her.
    She’s our mate, his bear said.
    What? Drew’s eyes widened.
    She’s ours.
    How can you be so sure? Drew asked.
    I’m sure.
    Drew lay back and stared at the ceiling. Ours? Could Sharon be their mate?
    He carefully rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. The gentle rise and fall of her back continued. He didn’t want to wake her. Not yet.
    Although he didn’t know her very well, he liked talking to her. The time they’d spent in Yellowstone the previous day warmed his heart, and not just because he’d been able to take her home and have mind-blowing sex with her. That was the cherry on top of an already amazing day. But was that enough to make her his mate?
    He sighed. He’d have to get to know more about her before he could make a decision as important as claiming her as his mate. Maybe he just needed more time. If he could convince her to stay for another week, then he’d be able to determine whether or not fate had brought her to his doorstep.
    A sheet was draped across her body as if she’d struggled with it in the middle of the night. It only covered her upper body, not her full, voluptuous butt. Her long, sexy legs were crossed at the ankle. Sure, she was incredibly sexy, but was she his mate?
    She sighed and rolled slightly away. The sheet slipped from her back to reveal a long, jagged scar which ran from shoulder to hip. His heart stopped. Jesus, what had happened to her? He reached to trace a finger across the raised flesh. The scar wasn’t fresh, but it wasn’t too old either. If he had to guess, it was about a year old.
    “Cold,” she whispered.
    He slipped out of bed. A blanket hung over the edge. He grabbed it and covered her before heading toward the closet. They always kept extra sets of bedding in there in case the guests got cold. He opened the door and rummaged around in the semi-darkness. At some point, he wanted to install lights in all of the closets to make it easier for the guests.
    His fingers closed over a soft, fuzzy blanket. Perfect.
    As he pulled it out, it caught on something. He yanked hard enough to free it, but in the process, her suitcase tumbled off the shelf and fell open on the floor. He bent to put the contents back in, then froze.
    A pile of driver’s licenses and passports littered the floor. He dropped to his knees and spread the plastic cards out. Different states. Different names. Same picture—Sharon’s picture.
    Only none of the IDs had the name “Sharon” on it. Instead, he found a plethora of other identities. He grabbed a stack and filtered through them. The state driver’s licenses ranged from Arkansas to Washington. The pile contained almost every state in the US.
    He let the cards fall from his fingers. Who the hell was in that bed?
    He stood and stalked closer.
     
    ***
     
    “Get up!” A gruff voice snapped her awake.
    Cindy whirled to find Drew walking toward the bed. He held something in his hand. At first, she couldn’t make it out. Then icy dread poured down her spine. He held a bundle