Caught Between Three Billionaire Tycoons - Willa Hart Page 0,16

her eyes. I was starting to feel like I would do anything to take it away.

We all got in my truck and in the warm, enclosed space of the cab I could smell the kids even more strongly.

Baby shifters. No doubt about it. As the scent hit the back of my nose and my eyes leapt up to the mirror, I saw the boy staring at me strangely. His gold eyes glittered, and I felt like he knew, already. Even at his age, he recognized other shifters. Precocious little thing.

As Whitney settled beside me, tapping her phone for evidence of reception, I could tell she was not shifter at all, and she really wasn’t related to the children. Interesting.

While she was distracted, I took a nice, slow look at her. The baggy sweater hung down around her body from the rain. It clung to her big breasts and small waist. Her jeans were almost completely soaked through and fitted her ample thighs and round ass as tightly as a catsuit.

Hot. So incredibly, amazingly hot. I wondered why she buried herself in clothes like that. Surely, she knew how gorgeous she was.

When she looked up, I glanced away. Now was not the time to imagine her in lingerie. Getting myself horny would not help this situation.

I cleared my throat a little, trying to get myself under control.

“Would you like to use my phone?” I held it out to her, unlocking it. “It’s pretty powerful. It might get a signal if yours can’t.”

“Thank you.” She took it from my hand quickly, without touching me. As I inched my truck along, tugging her car behind us, she taps out a quick message then hands it back to me.

Silence pooled between us, the chatter of the kids in the back of the car not seeming to penetrate the atmosphere of the front seat.

She glanced over to make sure the kids were happy and then stretched back into her seat, resting her head on the headrest. She closed her eyes slowly, a little yawn stretching her mouth. I could practically see the tension bleeding out of her, her entire body settling into rest.

I felt that tugging in my heart again. The need to be closer to her. She had been so tense when I first saw her, all I wanted to do was take it away for her. Now that she was warm and safe, she could let it all go.

I really felt like I was in the driver’s seat in every way. Not only was I now taking her to safety after pulling her car out of the ditch, she trusted me enough to lay back and close her eyes.

I really liked this feeling. I hoped I could take care of her like this forever. My eyes kept slipping over to her, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable she was.

She needed to be taken care of better than this Aleksy or whatever his name was doing. A woman this fine couldn’t be treated like this. It was criminal.

As my mind crowded with possessive, yet domestic, thoughts I realized something.

My bear was imprinting on her. Right now.

Slowly, my thoughts were being taken over by images of loving her, protecting her, serving her. There was no stopping it. Now that I’d seen her, my bear would never forget her. Every moment not spent in her presence would be torture.

“So, Whitney, what do you do? Aside from being a nanny, of course.”

She opened her eyes slowly, keeping her relaxed pose.

“Oh, I’m in antiques, ancient items. I’m hoping to get a PhD someday.”

“Wow.” I was genuinely impressed. I had never met a single person in this line of work before. “What does that involve?”

“Well, for the moment I mostly work with things brought through my bosses’ company. We date them and clean them, some go to museums, others to private buyers. It’s very interesting. I hope to get out to a dig sometime.”

I nodded slowly, wondering what the correct response was. Even though I was genuinely interested in her work, I didn’t want to appear condescending.

“Is your work all you do? How about a personal life?” I asked the question as lightly as I possibly could, and she still looked at me with mischievous eyes.

“Oh wow, really?” She shot back. I grinned as I tried to keep my eyes on the road.

“Sorry.”

“No, it's okay. I don’t really have one. Folks moved away; boyfriend left me a little while ago. I’m happy to be tied to my