Owen (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 2) (121 page)

“Heck, no,” he said, sitting back up. “You remember I said our band avoids all that glitter and bright lights, pyrotechnics and smoke crap? We avoid really big crowds, too, ’cause if any of us start feelin’ cornered, well, we can sometimes Shift without thinkin’ about it, and that can be more than awkward.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Course, sometimes you have to take a chance. That happened to us just last spring.”

“What happened?” This Addy wanted to hear, since these were the times that really scared her.

“Well, me and my brothers and Uncle Bart were playing pool at this place in Nashville. It was a real dump, but we’d found it a good place to hang out on account of they had a bunch of illegal gambling goin’ on.”

“You and your brothers gamble?”

“Heck, no—I mean Ma would kill us, if she ever thought that—but we figured we could really relax there, ’cause no one was likely to ask too many questions.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, well, anyway, we didn’t know Mel was tryin’ to find us.”

“That agency woman?”

“Yeah. Turns out, she’d heard us play, and was trying to track us down. Somebody told her where we liked to hang out.”

“Uh-oh.”

Mark snorted. “You get the picture. See, Mel came in, and we were in the back room. Before she could come find us, some low-life in the bar started hittin’ on her. When she said ‘no,’ he got really mad and started to hurt her.

“That’s about the time Matt went back into the bar to get us some more beer. Well, he heard Mel scream, and jumped in to help, and before we knew it, we’d all Shifted, Matt to handle the guy on Mel, and the rest of us to keep the biker crowd off Matt.”

“Was Mel okay?”

“Oh, sure. A little shaken up—and I’m not sure she would’ve taken us all home with her, iffen she hadn’t been—but everything turned out okay. The thing is, Matt left the guy pretty bloody, and we were lucky nobody in the bar wanted to attract the attention of the police, so they just let us go.”

Addy had mangled a wildflower, while Mark was speaking, and now she tossed it aside.

“How did Mel handle…well, what did she think about…what you can do?”

“I won’t say she accepted it as normal or anything—not right away, that is—but Matt did save her, and we all pitched in to help her keep her job at the talent agency, so it gave her a couple of reasons to be open-minded about the whole thing.”

“And now she’s really goin’ to marry your brother?”

Mark grinned. “Yeah.”

Addy shook her head. “I hear what you’re sayin’, but I don’t know if I can do what you do. I’ve never been to a city before, and I don’t know if I can face all that…well, that newness, all those people…and still stay myself. I can’t just turn it on and turn it off like you seem to be able to do.”

Mark shifted to his knees and held out his hand.

“Let’s see.”

“What?”

“Let’s see if you can ‘just turn it on and turn it off’ if you try,” he said, straightening and offering her both his hands.

“I can’t just…”

“I’ll be you can, Addy. I’ll bet if you just relax and let yourself go, you can do it.”

Addy’s gaze flickered between his golden eyes and his offered hands, uncertain, then she took a deep breath.

“Do you really think I could?” she asked, incredulous.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Screwing up her courage, she moved to her knees, and after only a moment’s hesitation, she laid her hands in his.

She pictured the mountain lion in her head, and in another moment, she felt the change—the Shift—begin deep inside of her. She looked up to see Mark’s golden eyes sparkle as his form began to waver, and then they were standing head to head, on four legs instead of two. Addy felt suddenly intimidated—Mark as a bear was not only more than a foot taller at the shoulder than she, he now probably outweighed her by two- or three-hundred pounds. She shied back, warily. Then the bear proved he was still Mark by rolling over on his back. Belly up, he looked back at her, grinning.

Addy let out a not-quite playful scream then pounced on him, and the tussle was on. First one then the other would pounce and roll over. She would run away, but Mark had no difficulty catching her. Addy knew from experience that bears were much faster than mountain lions—she had once only just managed to escape a real one, because she had been light enough to climb out on a limb, cross to another tree, climb down, and run away before the bear could get back on the ground—but Mark would let her get ahead of him, just so he could circle around and “attack” from another angle.

Almost an hour passed before, exhausted, Addy returned to collapse under the big maple tree once more, panting. Mark lumbered up and plopped down beside her. He wasn’t even slightly winded.

“That’s not fair, you know,” she said, as she Shifted back to herself without any noticeable effort. It seemed suddenly so easy, and she realized it had a lot to do with how relaxed she now felt about the whole thing, thanks to Mark’s presence and understanding.

Mark was laughing as he, too, Shifted. “You started it,” he said, lying beside her, propped up on one elbow. “You’re a pretty good pouncer.”

Addy blushed, embarrassed by how good it had felt to physically play with him. Another “first” in her day.

“And you didn’t have any trouble Shifting in either direction,” he said. “Did you?”

She met his eyes, then, as golden as her own. “I guess not. It’s never been like that for me before. Did you pick it up that fast?”

“Shoot, no. I was three when I started training, but real control didn’t come until I hit puberty. It was like that with all of us. Since you’re a mature adult, who’s had years of experience Shifting without any guidance, it makes sense that you should pick it up faster than we did. After all, you don’t have to learn how to Shift. You only have to learn how it feels to control it.

“And to not be afraid of it,” he added, gently cupping her face in his hand.

Addy wanted to pull away from him—or at least, she thought she
should
want to pull away from him—but she had never been able to trust anyone—other than Granny—the way she already trusted this almost stranger.

When she didn’t pull away, Mark leaned in to lay his lips on hers. His kiss was as gentle as his touch, but she felt it all the way to her toes. He didn’t push her, but she suddenly found herself kissing him back.

When he finally ended the kiss and sat back, she thought they were both trembling. She sat up and turned away from him, confused.

“Maybe I shouldn’t’ve done that,” he said, and she heard regret in his voice.

She took a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Why did you?”

Mark smiled. “Because I like you. I think you’re beautiful. And so far, it’s been a really good day.”

Honestly shocked by his words, Addy abruptly stood, not certain if she believed him or not. When he came slowly to his feet beside her, she looked at him again. There was nothing in those deep golden eyes that offered anything but complete honesty, and after a moment, she surprised herself by reaching for him and kissing him back.

This time it went on longer, and as the kiss deepened, she felt something inside her shift, which had nothing at all to do with mountain lions or bears. This time, when they broke apart, they were both short of breath.

“Maybe I shouldn’t’ve done that,” she offered shyly.

He smiled. “Why did you?”

She took a deep breath. “Because I like you, too.”

Mark’s smile broadened into a grin, and he kissed her once more, hard and fast.

“We should get back.”

“Definitely.”

He took her hand, and their fingers locked.

“Shall we Shift or stroll,” he asked.

“We’d better stroll,” she said, glancing at his teasing eyes. “Bear hunting season is only a week away, and I don’t want to take any chances.”

Mark laughed and pulled her along.

“So, does this mean you’ll go to Nashville with me?” he asked after a time.

Addy sighed. “I think I want to. I think I have to try, anyway.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Addy,” he said, his voice sober, now.

“I know.”

She glanced up, and their eyes met once more.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For what?”

“For trusting me. It means a lot.”

“Okay. Then you’re welcome. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For believing in me,” she said. “For believing I can really do this. And for offering to be there to pick me up, if I fail.”

He stopped and pulled her close to lightly kiss her brow before taking both her hands and stepping back. “You’re not gonna fail, Addy.”

“You haven’t even heard me sing, yet.”

Mark smiled. “I don’t have to. I’ve heard you speak, and I’ve played your music. That’s enough.”

With that kind of faith, Addy supposed it was.

Addy couldn’t stop staring out the window. They had been on the road for over three hours, but every mile had brought more excitement, more new things to see, from the narrow, winding roads leading away from the farm to the terrifying jumble of traffic flying around Knoxville, to the seemingly endless expanse of four concrete lanes called Interstate 40 that led to Nashville. For the first time, she was aware of what she had been missing by staying in her little valley. Oh, she had read books, watched television, heard Granny talk about the outside world, but she had never experienced it for herself. And once the first wave of guilt for leaving Granny alone had passed, Addy had been determined to remember every little detail, so she could share it with Granny when she returned home.

“Only another fifteen, twenty minutes,” Mark said then yawned.

“This must be tiring,” Addy said. “Driving like this, I mean. All this traffic.”

“It’s not too bad,” Mark said, “though I rarely get to drive, since Uncle Bart usually grabs the wheel.”

“Tell me about your Uncle Bart. You’ve told me about your brothers, and growing up on the farm, but where does Uncle Bart fit in?”

“I told you my dad’s one of ten.”

“Yes.”

“Well, Dad’s the oldest, and Uncle Bart is the youngest—he’s only seven, eight years older than Matt. Bart and Dad are the only two Shifters in that generation, so they’ve always been close.”

“And because Uncle Bart is a Shifter, he’s close to all of you, too?”

“Somethin’ like that. Unlike Dad, though, Uncle Bart went to college. He went to East Tennessee State over in Johnson City. When you meet him, you probably won’t believe he majored in theater—though he’ll be the first to tell you he only got on stage a couple of times when he couldn’t avoid it, and the rest was all stagecraft, design, and lighting. He did an internship at one of the big casinos in Las Vegas, but he hated it and came home as soon as it was done. That’s about the time the family started wondering if the four of us boys could make it as a professional band. Not that they wanted to send us off to Nashville, but things were getting’ pretty tight on the farm, and the money would sure come in handy. Dad put Uncle Bart in charge of us, and it’s worked out pretty well.

“Of course, snagging the Konstantine Talent Agency—thanks to Mel—is what’s allowing us to get a decent recordin’ studio and some pretty classy live gigs, but Uncle Bart’s still in the middle of it. Thank God.”

Addy smiled. He obviously loved his uncle, and it made her feel safe to know the Saint family was a close one in which everyone seemed to look out for one another. She thought about her own family and frowned.

“What’s wrong, Addy?” Mark asked.

She sighed. “Nothin’. I’m just breaking one of the Ten Commandments.”

“Oh?”

“I’m coveting your family. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have so many people care about what you do, what becomes of you. I have Granny, of course, but...”

Mark reached across the space between them and took her hand in his.

“You’ll know soon enough, Addy. You’re bringin’ your music to us. That’s gonna make you family real quick. I promise you that.”

Addy squeezed his hand in return, praying it would be so.

After a time, the traffic began to pick up again, and he released her hand to place both of his securely on the wheel.

“Gettin’ close to our exit,” he said. His eyes never seemed to stop moving as he continuously checked his mirrors, keeping a close eye on all the traffic around them. She wondered if his other life as a bear made him all the more attentive when living as a man.

As they exited the Interstate, Addy took a deep, fortifying breath. It wouldn’t be long, now, before she met the people who meant so much to Mark—the people who would help to decide her own future.
 

“How do you do it?” she asked after she had lost track of the times and directions they had turned at various intersections. “How do you know where we’re going?”

Mark chuckled. “I do it by takin’ the exact same route home every time,” he admitted. “I sometimes end up goin’ a long way out of my way to get there, but at least I get there, as long as I stick to what’s familiar.”