Bear Meets Girl
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 Shelly Laurenston

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Wow. The guys were right.
Right about what?
That you mark time by cases, not by years.
Yeah, well ... I guess. Crush heard another knock and looked forward. Theres a cub on my hood.
We were going for a walk so that his father could get a little more sleep. When my boys up, he wants everyone up. And gets mighty vocal when theyre not.
Smiling at the baby male lion, Crush asked, Already roaring, is he?
MacDermot sighed. Pretty much.
Were here, Miss Malone.
Cella opened her eyes and looked around. Yep. She was here. Here being the Long Island town where shed grown up surrounded by her family. To most people growing up surrounded by family probably meant theyd grown up with a mother, father, maybe a couple of siblings. If they had an extended family, perhaps a grandparent, a sickly aunt, or an orphaned cousin. But thats most people. Cella wasnt most people. She was a Malone. Not any Malone, either, but one of the Malones.
Sitting up and yawning, Cella pushed open the car door and stepped out. Thanks, Mario. Katzenhaus Securities, KZS, was the international feline protection agency shed worked for since shed been discharged from the Marines. And of all KZSs perks (and there were many), Cellas favorite was the KZS car service. They used the best and fastest vehicles in the world and manned them with armed and well-trained felines. It was perhaps one of the best limo jobs one could find, paying an incredible salary, but it was also one of the most deadly. Cella didnt like to think about the number of times shed run back to her car after shed taken care of a contract, only to find her driver dead in the front seat. This scenario especially sucked when she was in unfamiliar or foreign territory.
Waving once more at Mario and holding her high heels and her purse in her hands, she walked down the street toward her parents house. Mario could have driven her all the way to her house, but no one who knew the truth about this block would come down it. And the driver, a bobcat from Massapequa, knew about her street.
Morning, Cella! cheery voices called out.
Hey, Aunt Kathleen, Aunt Marie, Aunt Karen.
It must have snowed last night, but not hard. Still, the cold felt good against her bare feet. This was her kinds time of year. The lions and cheetahs could have their summers because the Siberian tigers had the winter. Snow, bracing cold, harsh winds. Lovely.
Morning to you, little Marcella.
Morning, Uncle Aidan, Uncle Ennis, Uncle Tommy.
Cella reached her parents home and went through the side gate into the yard. She walked around the side of the five-bedroom houseand into the back. As comfortable with the freezing cold as Cella, her daughter was outside at one of the patio tables by herself, a tall glass of milk nearby, crayons all over the top along with coloring books. Cella sat down next to her, leaned over, and pinched her beautiful childs cheek.
Hows my little baby girl?
Gold eyes just like her own looked Cella over before asking in a decidedly non-childlike voice, Nice dress, Ma. Still working the docks?
Smart. Ass.
Crush leaned out the window a bit, looking down at MacDermots feet. Sitting quietly there were her four dogs. Waiting. For her. Thats impressive.
Its a skill. Ill admit.
Crush settled back. So you just happened to be passing?
No. We usually walk the other way. But one of my neighbors called. She knows Im a cop. Apparently theres a meth dealer hanging around, threatening everyone. A big, old scary guy in a blue pickup.
I am not old. Im not even forty. Unlike others.
Discuss my true age at your own risk, buddy. But Im sure its the hair. Although they got the big scary part right.
Thanks.
She laughed and handed him something wrapped in a paper towel. A corn muffin?
I didnt have any honeybuns.
I am not a grizzly, MacDermot. Im a polar, and I am not a fan of honey.
Okay. Well, I didnt have any walrus blubber hanging around, either.
God, he was being an ass. Mac
I just figured youse might be hungry.
Uh-oh. He knew what the appearance of that Bronx accent meant. Of course, he only noticed it because MacDermots time away from New York when she was a Marine had given her some kind of weird, flat accent. But when she got pissed ... look out. Even worse, shed started pointing a gloved finger at him.
I was just trying to be fuckin nice. Next time I wont fuckin bother!
MacDermots dogs snarled at him, and the cub slashed at his window while giving what could only be called a baby-roar.
Crush turned to the full-human and raised a brow. You have quite the control of the wild kingdom here, MacDermot.
She snorted, and they both laughed. Okay. He did like MacDermot. She was one of the few peoplefull-human or shifterwho didnt get on his nerves.
Im sorry, Crush finally admitted. Jell-O shots are not my friend.
I told Mace not to have those. I was like, What are we? A frat? Hey, do you want to come in for breakfast?