Chapter 14
Grizz
The second I walk into my home, my bear calms.
Jordy’s waiting at the table, dressed for the day in a skirt and button-down shirt that hugs the curve of her breasts. She rises, her face composed.
“Kit.”
“Grizz.” She’s still standing by the chair, looking me over. “You’re all right?”
“I am now.” I open my arms. Emotions scroll over her face—worry, relief, delight—and then she stops thinking and rushes to me. And as soon as her weight hits my body, her scent rushes over me, and I’m home.
I lift her in my arms, squeezing her tight.
I wasn’t rushing home because Jordy might be upset. I was rushing because I needed to see her. I needed to know she was all right.
I need her.
The realization doesn’t rock my world. It spins it right round and settles it firmly on its axi
