Free Reforming the Bear by Vanessa Devereaux

she’d have to, because family came first. She knew
he’d understand.
    She
sighed. Why was it that you always found the best guys at the wrong time of
your life, and in this case, the wrong location?   Why hadn’t she found someone like Liam back in
Philly?

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Liam
was a bear of routine. Usually the first thing he did after getting out of bed
was to stroll into the kitchen and make himself some strong coffee. It helped
wake him and get the cobwebs of his dreams out of his head.
    Today
was different. This morning he had a pretty young human in a bed just a short
walk away from his house. He glanced out of the window to see if there was any
indication she might be up and about. The window that had been opened when he’d
turned in for the night was now shut. Maybe Lucy had gotten cold in the night.
    This
morning he was starving and decided to get a start on making breakfast. He had
two cars to fix as well as Lucy’s. He glanced over at the apartment again. She
didn’t have any food in there so he’d cook extra eggs and bacon. He’d invite
her over to join him.
    Liam
set everything out on the counter and then wandered over to the apartment and tapped
on the door. At first she didn’t answer and he wondered if she was still
asleep. He turned around ready to leave when he heard the latch being slid
across.
    He
looked back not expecting to see Lucy standing there in just a t-shirt that
stopped mid-thigh. Her nipples pushed seductively against the t-shirt’s flimsy
material. She yawned.
    “I
didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked.
    “No,
I was awake, but just being lazy,” she said stretching both arms in the air.
The t-shirt pulled upwards, offering him a glimpse of pink lace panties and a
dark matte of hair showing through the transparent pieces of the material. He’d
seen photos of nude human women, lots of types, seen movies and TV shows of
them too, but this was the first time he’d gotten a glimpse of a human female
crotch in person. Well, not exactly a full view, but close enough. Shifter
women were devoid of pubic hair, so Lucy’s held his interest.
    Too
much interest, because he guessed she knew where his focus was. She quickly
pulled down the t-shirt. Liam wasn’t sure who was more embarrassed, Lucy or
him.
    He
stuttered his next few words. “I-I … was just, abou … about to make some
breakfast and wondered if you’d like to join me.” He’d never stammered in his
entire life.
    “That
would be great. I mean if it’s no trouble.”
    “None
at all. Bacon, eggs, and toast okay with you?”
    “Perfect.”
    “Coffee?”
    “Actually,
I’m a tea drinker.”
    “Don’t
think I have any but I do have orange juice.”
    “That’s
great.”
    “I’ll
get started on the bacon, so just wander over when you’re ready.”
    “Will
do.”
    He
turned and headed back to his place. Once he was in the kitchen he put the
light under the skillet and set the slices of bacon down inside it. He busied
himself but still couldn’t get the image of Lucy’s body from his mind. The
nipples, the panties, and the dark hair.
    The
sound of tapping on the door made him jump. He looked out to see Lucy standing
there. He walked to the door and held it open until she was safely inside the
kitchen.
    “Something
smells good,” she said.
    “Here,
have a seat and I’ll pour you some juice.”
    She
shuffled over to the table, set the crutches against the wall and sat. Liam put
a glass of orange juice down in front of her.
    “How’s
your leg feeling?” he asked.
    “Actually
a whole lot better. I’m thinking in a day or two I might be able to put some
weight on my foot.”
    “Don’t
go rushing things,” he said, flipping the bacon over.
    Not
that he didn’t want her leg to heal, but he was already used to having someone
around. Maybe Lucy would like to stay a little longer. Well, until she found a
house of her own.
    He
glanced over at her as she sipped the juice.
    Nope,
he wasn’t lonely