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Summer's Lease

On his first night renting a cottage on the Cornish coast, widower John Tennant comes face to face with, of all things, a grizzly bear. Fearing for his life, John tries to convince the animal he isn't worth eating, and is relieved when the bear ambles away.<br><br>Maintenance man Mitch Benjamin is two hundred years old but doesn’t look a day over forty. As a werebear, he needs to stay under the radar. The new renter is making that difficult. Not only is John attractive, but his vulnerability triggers all of Mitch’s protective instincts. If that wasn’t trouble enough, Mitch is struggling with his inner bear’s desire to befriend John. He knows what his bear is up to, but Mitch doesn’t want another mate. His last one was murdered ninety years ago, and he’s still grieving.<br><br>John is confused by Mitch’s mixed signals. Physically, Mitch -- with his bulging muscles and hulking frame -- is a gay man’s wet dream come true. But emotionally, he keeps closing down. John discovers more comfort with the magnificent grizzly bear he occasionally meets on his evening walks along the beach.<br><br>In an effort to help, Morwenna, the owner of the cottages, uses her psychic gifts to give John a message from his dead lover, George. Far from helping, it adds another layer of strangeness to what’s already turning out to be the strangest summer John can remember.<br><br>Can a well-meaning medium and a determined grizzly bring John and Mitch together? Will Mitch come clean about his werebear nature? If he does, can John accept that a man and bear exist in the same body?

Drew Hunt · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
90 Chs

Chapter 52

An idea had started to grow inside Mitch’s head, or was it his heart? He’d tried to push it away, but it kept coming back.

If Mitch were to show John how much he was growing to love him, how right they were together, how he’d protect John, use his strength to keep John safe. If he were to do all these things, then maybe John would agree to give up his life and move in with Mitch.

Mitch shook his head. He knew it couldn’t be. They were too different. John was smart, well educated, born and raised in a city. Whereas Mitch was a hairy lummox, socially awkward, and illiterate. He couldn’t get a real job, couldn’t talk about most of what had happened to him, couldn’t tell John who or what he really was. What could he offer a man like John? No, there could never be anything lasting between the two of them. Mitch had been stupid to even think that there could be.

“You’ve gone quiet,” John said. “Anything wrong?”

Mitch ran a hand through his hair. “Yes. No. Oh, hell, I don’t know.”