Caroline made him more aware. Brought forward exactly how twisted the situation had become.
Caroline jerked Tyler to a stop, reaching down to fidget with her shoe. She leaned a hand on his chest to keep her balance, but the edge of her fist made contact harder than a casual balance situation would require.
He caught her elbow, both to help her and to stop her from repeating the thump. “What’s wrong?”
There could have been steam coming from her ears, but from a distance she probably looked as if she were staring at him in adoration, not one step away from ripping him a new one. “When this evening is over, I am so going to kick your ass for not telling me the things I needed to know. Like that you bears are a fraternity of misogynists.”
“I don’t hate women,” Tyler argued. He definitely didn’t hate this one, even though she made his blood pressure rise and fall like a roller coaster. He opened his mouth to say something else, but his chance was lost as they were summoned by a call from across the room. “And I apologized for not preparing you.”
She patted his cheek in a loving-like gesture that somehow also promised pain and suffering. “If that was your best shot at apologizing, you need to work on the art of the grovel. Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of time to practice. After we get through the rest of this oh-so-fascinating evening.”
Oh, shit. He could hardly wait.
Caroline kept hold of him as they moved toward the dining room. So far she’d said an official hello to four people and she was ready to go home.
Bears? Were crazy. Give her a nice wolf rumble any day. All this extreme politeness was getting on her nerves, because other than Lillie at the start, everyone was so painfully fake she was ready to gag.
Her sense of humour tweaked again, and part of her wanted to ignore the fancy setting, the upscale hairdo and outfit, and do something outrageous like pull a cartwheel down the middle of the high-gloss parquet flooring.
Of course the outfit she wore meant handsprings were damn near impossible without spilling tits and ass everywhere, and that wasn’t quite the what-the-hell image she was going for.
Only the prospect of actual food made the next portion of the evening palatable. Caroline was starving. It was hours past her usual dinnertime, and with the chaos of the day, she just remembered she’d skipped lunch.
Lillie caught her arm, snuggling in close and pulling her from Tyler’s grasp. “Come with me until they seat us?”
Tyler smiled indulgently at Lillie, the young woman obviously not considered a threat. “You’re stealing my dinner partner.”
“Only for a few minutes.” Lillie dimpled sweetly. “If that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.” Caroline answered for herself, winking at Tyler in a fit of forgiveness.
He startled upright, blinking hard for a second, then this wonderful smile spread across his face. Anticipation? Hope?
Caroline turned her back and ignored him.
“We really do only have a minute, but come, visit with me.” Lillie led her to a corner of the room where an oversized couch filled the recessed space. Even in her formal gown, the woman curled up elegantly, legs under her. “I thought it would be entertaining to host one of the events, but Jim was right. They’re all boring. And stuffy. Except you and Tyler.”
Caroline’s cheeks warmed at the praise. “Well, I’m glad you like us.”
Lillie caught her by the hands. “Will you live in Whitehorse after you get married? I hope so. I’d love to have—”
Caroline shot up a hand to stop Lillie’s flood of words, because she couldn’t seem to speak through the knot in her own throat. “Married?” she croaked.
Lillie blinked. Then frowned. “Umm, did I make a mistake? I thought that’s what Jim told me…”
What was the correct response here? Caroline was caught between a rock and hard place. Neither response that sprang to mind, i.e.
So she didn’t answer. Just took her cue from her new friend’s earlier enthusiasm and damn near instant bear hug. Caroline cuddled into Lillie’s side and looked over the room. “They are a stuffy lot, aren’t they? Here I thought wolves were pretentious at times.”
“The Takhini pack is funny.” Lillie laid her head on Caroline’s shoulder. “I heard the lot of them turned to wolves once and had races down Main Street. Someone had to get them out of the dog catchers after that.”
Yeah, that would have been Caroline, but Lillie didn’t need to know details. “Wolves like dares and bets far too much.”
“Bears like bets,” Lillie added. “I suppose it’s a little like this silly voting thing. It’s safer than people getting clawed to bits.”
She said it so plainly, not as if the alternative was a bloodthirsty option.
Caroline adjusted position so she could examine her new best friend. “You’re a shifter, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” Lillie rubbed her cheek on Caroline’s. “Black bear. Jim wasn’t expecting that, since he’s a grizzly, but for an arranged marriage, I think things have turned out marvelously.”
Caroline’s tongue was tied in a knot. Oh, the things she was learning—the curve balls kept coming. “You two do seem to be compatible.”
Lillie glanced over the room, sighing contentedly when she spotted her husband. “I adore him. And he’s been incredible. And the sex. I mean, bears have that ability to just keep going and going.”
Caroline was glad they were in the shadows to hide her flushed cheeks. She might be used to wolves talking all sex, all the time, but this was different. The way she felt about Tyler changed things, and she hadn’t had a real chance to find out any details for herself yet.
Lillie’s nose wrinkled. “Poor Amanda. I tried to rescue her, but she’s trapped with Mr. Stick in the Mud.”
Caroline followed the bear’s gaze to discover Amanda was indeed, stuck. Clutching her husband’s arm and gazing glassy-eyed around her as he controlled yet another conversation. For a second, their eyes met, hers and Amanda’s, and the utter hopelessness in them made Caroline’s heart ache.
Damn bastard. Tyler hadn’t lied when he’d said the man was a tyrant. His wife looked miserable, beyond being bored to tears.
“She’s on a tight leash, isn’t she?” Caroline asked, staring harder as Amanda’s half-jacket shifted position, and what appeared to be a dark shadow became visible on her arm.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
“We’ll try to rescue her again after dinner. We might have a better shot while the men go off and smoke. Or whatever they do in Jim’s man-cave.”
“That sounds like a good idea—”
The rest was lost under a roar. The doors that had been partially closed slammed open on one side, an enormous ball of fur flying across the room toward the main gathering.
Holy shit, it was a bear. Caroline scrambled upright, sticking to the shadows.
Lillie sighed.
“There goes dinner.” She turned to Caroline even as she stripped off her shimmering black dress, totally ignoring her nudity. “You should probably stay here and hide, okay? I need to go help my husband.”
“No problem.” Caroline reached under her skirt for the knife holster she’d insisted Monsieur Fancy Pants find a way for her to wear. A switchblade against a full-grown bear wasn’t much help, but it was better than nothing.
Plus, her sister the vet had taught her a couple of good moves.
Lillie shifted, her bear form smaller than the one who’d stormed across the room, but a hell of a lot bigger than Caroline. Somehow even in her other form she was still Lillie, an adorable tilt to her head as she nudged Caroline gently with her shoulder before racing into the room.
Below her, grown men seemed at first to be backing away from danger. Only a closer inspection revealed they were creating distance between each other to rip off the tracings of sophistication. Clothes were abandoned everywhere in the race to shift.
