Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

The grizzly part of him, though, didn’t care about any of that. All it knew was that it had been shot. And shooting a grizzly but not killing it immediately . . . always an exceptionally bad move.

“So, you don’t date?” “Oh, I date. But only men I can barely stand. That way if bad things happen to them, I won’t care. You . . . I’d care. And I wouldn’t want to risk triplets becoming twins because you have questionable taste in women.”

The problem was that when it came to bacon, Charlie didn’t have an “off” switch like she did when she ate almost anything else. If there was a pound of bacon in front of her, she would eat that entire pound without even blinking an eye. So she only allowed herself to get bacon on holidays like Christmas or Thanksgiving morning. She was afraid if she ate it every day, her heart would explode from all the grease.

He was so frustrating! Cute. Sweet. Goddamn lovable. He could have any woman who didn’t have a fear of heights. But he was worried about being too boring for her? God, she needed boring. If boring meant stable and loving and caring. If it meant taking care of those you loved. Then, yeah, the dude was boring.