The deep revving of the motor began promptly at seven in the morning, seven! Vroom, Vroom, Vroom was the obnoxious sound shooting through the walls loud enough to shake the crib. Abbie had enough of this crap and she hit the door determined to put an end to this lunacy. If she didn't do something, and right now, that idiot, the motor revving moron, would wake the baby. She'd be listening to an entirely different unwelcome noise if that happened, a screaming infant! The door seemed to have the good sense to not swing back at the redhead that had just about ripped the door from the hinges. She marched across the lawn with fire burning in her veins and her face looked fierce. No sane man would step anywhere near this inferno on legs if he had a brain in his head.
Abbie's red hair bounced across her back and shoulders. The new neighbor was about to learn why an Irish redhead's temper had the reputation it did. Bear didn't see what was coming at him until he felt a stabbing finger jabbing sharply into his shoulder and quite frankly it immediately pissed him off.
"What the fuck is your problem buddy?" he barked before turning to see the fiery redhead with the lethal finger that was maliciously stabbing her fingernail into his massive shoulder blade.
"You're my problem right now! You and that racket you're making. Do you know what time it is? Do you care? I don't suppose you give a crap that a baby is trying to sleep through that damn commotion you're making. It's just about to shake the cobwebs from the rafters. What are you thinking coming out here at this hour of the day? I've had enough and I thought I'd give you the opportunity to cram that noise before I called the cops. That roar is enough to wake the dead. It's seven in the morning, seven! What's wrong with you?" Abbie bit into him furiously enraged and shaking.
Bear was struck dumb the moment he'd turned and saw her face. Oh, sweet lord in heaven, what a beauty! He had barely heard a thing she'd said. He'd seen her luscious full lips, the cascading red hair and those smoky green eyes that burned into his soul. Nope, he practically had no idea what she'd said because he had stripped her naked in his mind and he pushed her down, climbed between those sexy long legs and he had her on her back as he thrust inside her wet walls. Holy fuck, the scent coming off her was intoxicating. He'd heard of being thunderstruck before, but that shit only happened to romantic saps. It certainly didn't happen to a guy like him! Everyone, well, except this little mite, would have intentionally avoided pissing him off as everyone around here knew better than to screw around with a man as immense as Bear. The people around here had a healthy respect for his rough reputation, but this tiny little creature had put him in his place and dressed him up and down. Bear couldn't help himself he was smiling and staring at her as he babbled, like some sort of whipped dog.
"Um I, ah, um ..." He shook his head and continued, "I'm ah ... I'm sorry. Are you married?" popped out his mouth unbidden. Bear found himself staring at her incredulous fury again.
"What? Am I married? Can you manage to keep the noise down? Am I married indeed! Huh!" she scoffed. "Does that awkward charm work on anyone?" she snapped cutting into him before shaking her head and twirling on her heel to head home.
Bear gaped at those long legs swinging, that incredible ass moving away from him, and he was dumbstruck again. "Wow" he whispered noting he wasn't able to rip his eyes from her gorgeous form.
Abbie's long red hair bounced down her back just above the finest bottom he'd ever seen in his entire life. He was tempted to rev the motor simply to get her back. God she was fine. Hell, he'd wait until whenever she wanted. Anything she wanted he'd do in a heartbeat, my God she was amazing. He'd gotten hard just listening to her dress him down and now he wanted more of that fiery redhead's spicy attitude; shit she'd flipped a switch on him and he couldn't get her out of his head.
About ten that morning a soft knock wrapped on Abbie's door. She had just finished drying her hair and getting dressed. She was sitting down rocking and feeding the baby a bottle when she'd heard the sound. The mailman usually didn't bring the post until about eleven. He must be running early today she thought. Abbie pulled the door open to see the rakishly handsome face of the enormous man she'd encountered early today. Abbie raised her eyebrows confused by his presence.
"Yes?" Abbie asked staring at Bear's enormous frame in front of her door.
"I see the baby's awake and I came to ask you if you'd mind if I returned to repairing the engine I was working on. If it's not going to bother her too much Mam, or is it Miss?" Bear tried again to ascertain her marital status as he took her in. She wore a blue miniskirt and a white lace low-cut top. Her bra was obviously not padded as her nipples pushed the fabric out seductively and Bear had to rip his eyes away from them before he pissed her off.
"It's Miss and no, that won't bother us a bit. She's usually up by eight, so if you wouldn't mind, it would be so much better if you could wait until eight before you start please; it would be appreciated." Abbie said with a much kinder tone and a smile that nearly sent Bear to his knees.
Bear noted her tired appearance and saw the little bundle in her arms. "You're daughter's a beauty. May I ask your names?"
"I'm Abbie and this little noise maker is Sarah."
"She looks like her mama. Look at her beautiful red hair. She's a real beauty too. My name is Steven, but everyone calls me Bear."
"Bear?" Abbie said raising one eyebrow until it got lost under the magnificent curling red tendrils resting across her forehead.
"Yep, it sort of stuck since primary school when I began towering above all the other kids. I think someone said something like I was as big as a bear and as mean as one too. The name sort of stuck and now it's been so long that everyone has called me Bear, I guess I don't even think about it."
Abbie's breath caught in her chest when she looked up into Bear's cerulean eyes and the burning desire he had for her looking back caused a sensation below her waist that she hadn't expected. She blurted out, "Sara's not my daughter she's my niece. My nephew Ben is really sick and they've taken him to the hospital for care so my sister asked me to watch her little one while they went through the first two weeks of chemo."
Bear's eyebrows lifted, his mouth dropped open briefly and his eyelids closed. He shook his head in stunned surprise. He muttered, "I'm so sorry. I hope your nephew's going to be well soon. I'll keep him in my prayers."
