Page 2 of Fake Fiancée Bear's Enemies-to-Lovers

“Can’t you take a hint, Poindexter?” Lucas growls. “Leave my fiancé alone.” I turn my head and look at him and for the first time, I think I look at him with worship in my eyes. He looks at me and says sweetly, “I need to get back to work, Babe.”

Then he kisses me!

He takes advantage of the situation and kisses me!

I can’t deny that it’s an amazing, powerful kiss. His mouth presses against mine and the feeling of it travels through my entire body. His tongue slips easily into my mouth and slides over mine. My lips part and I grow weak. This kiss!

I relax into it for a moment, before I recall where I am and that the guy kissing me is the same guy just minutes earlier suggesting that I didn’t care for the people I want to help.

I pull away from him and manage to make myself smile. “Okay, Honey, I guess it’s better anyway. This will just be some boring and annoying clerical stuff anyway.” I stare pointedly at the two desk jockeys as I say that. “I’ll give you a call later and update you on the shelter work.”

“Okay, you better.” Lucas gets in his truck and drives away, waving to me as he disappears from view.

Holy hell! The guy was being such an asshole and then he does this.

My thoughts are interruptedby the two lawyers going nowhere. “What do you need me to do? What will be enough?”

“Well, there needs to be some form of documentation for the inheritance to stay in your name.”

“Documentation? Well, we’ve only just gotten engaged. I tell you what, when my ring is ready, I’ll come by your offices with it.”

There’s more bickering over details and then, they agree to check in in a few weeks. I still don’t know what will keep them at bay. I can’t keep having Lucas come to the rescue. That would drive both of us crazy.

So, here’s the deal. I have a very, very nice inheritance coming my way from my great grandmother, but the catch is that I have to be married by my twenty-third birthday. That is not exactly years away. In fact, it’s only a few weeks away. However, a small bonus is that I can get another year if I’m engaged. In that case, I don’t have to legally tie the knot until I’m twenty-four.

Then, the deal absolutely has to be sealed.

It’s old-fashioned and fucking ridiculous, but my great granny was a very old-fashioned gal. She got her fortune the good old-fashioned way, through marriage. So, she never saw itas an issue that her heir should also ensure the family holds on to the money by marrying.I get it, you know, and then again, I don’t. All I know, is that I’ve been taking the estate assets and putting them into charity organizations.

Of course, my activity awakened the great dragon of a law office. They noticed what I was doing and decided to check in on me.Here’s the thing, I didn’t create all these charity groups to hide money. I really want to help people in a way I never could on my own power. Now, I have to live with the total panic of what could happen to all the people being helped by the organizations I’ve put together.

Okay, so this is a lot of ridiculous exposition to say that I’m worried that I fucked up. I act with a lot of bravado with these idiots just now, but once they’re gone, I feel the full force of my panic hit me like a gut punch.

My God, I really can’t handle anyone else randomly showing up and making me feel like my world is about to be shattered.

Even if the person who shows up kisses like a fucking gorgeous god of romance.

Chapter Two

Lucas

“Oh, slumming with the losers today, Adams?” Garrett asks as he steps into the kitchen at the Company 417 firehouse.

Garrett is a supervisor of sorts. He’s a sergeant but the ranks here don’t really matter. I don’t mean that ranks don’t matter in the fire department. I just mean that in our particular circumstances, the ranks don’t really matter. Company 417 is a unique firefighting company. It’s the only one in the country, in fact.

Garrett is a gorilla. That’s not a description of his appearance. He’s an actual gorilla, a shifter. Everyone here at Company 417 is a shifter. We have wolves. We have lions. We have panthers and tigers. We have two horses. We have a dragon. Dragons are interesting and never stay long. They’re drawn to firefighting for some reason.

The world doesn’t know about dragons yet. Hell, we didn’t know about dragons until a few years ago. The rest of us came out to humanity a few decades before that.

I’m a bear.

“You’re the asshole who got me to volunteer for the damned inspection work,” I say.

He chuckles. “Because you desperately need to learn how to talk to people.”

I groan at that and say, “If you really want to do something to help me, why don’t you bring the damned coffee pot over here and fill my cup.”

He laughs and refills my mug. “How long do we have you?”