Brew Bear (Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Rescue Bears Book 4) by Scarlett Grove

first time in history, when humans and shifters can mate and they don’t have to hide their love. Shifters don’t have to hide who they are. You don’t realize how lucky you are.”
    “There you go again, using that word lucky.”
    “Your mate is right here. Right now. I don’t understand why you are being like this about it. Why don’t you go over there right now and tell her that you want her?”
    “Never going to happen.”
    Zach made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and slipped away from the bar with his pint glass in hand. He walked over to the jukebox and put a quarter into the machine. The song came on over the speakers, and Zach found the nearest hot human woman and asked her to dance. Zach was the kind of bear who could do that kind of thing without a second thought. Drew, on the other hand, had never been that kind of bear. In a lot of ways, he and Zach were exact opposites.
    Drew liked to think about things deeply and mull them over in his mind. He wasn’t all intensity like Zach. Running the bar was the best way to share his craft with others; otherwise, Drew would not have spent all his time listening to loud music and the chatter of excited patrons. As it was, he already had several employees that ran the bar throughout the week.
    He watched Zach and the human woman dancing, wondering if maybe the polar bear was right about Quinn. Maybe Drew just needed to man up and finally claim what was his.

11
    Q  uinn woke up the next morning still sleeping on the couch. The fire that Drew had built in the hearth had completely died down, but the central heating had kicked in and the room was still warm. She groaned as she sat up, feeling stiff and as tired as ever. Why had she let herself fall asleep on the rickety old futon?
    The day before had been one of the most difficult of Quinn’s life. Confronting Drew with her pregnant belly was the last thing she wanted to do. She was embarrassed and ashamed. If she’d had any other options, she never would have come to Fate Mountain.
    Quinn knew that she needed help. She was muddled, confused, and running out of time and cash. Drew had already helped her tremendously, buying her groceries and finding her a place to stay. He’d even said that he could try to help her sell her condo. At least things were turning up. Quinn told herself she should be grateful.
    She waddled into the kitchen and found the coffee maker. She made herself a half-caff coffee and waited for it to brew as she wandered around the cabin. She really hadn’t seen the entire place the day before but soon realized there wasn’t much to see anyway. She went into the bathroom to relieve herself and found a tiny but serviceable room with a standup shower and no bathtub.
    When she finally went into the bedroom for the first time, she found a queen-sized bed covered in another patchwork quilt. It looked a lot more comfortable than the futon. She laid down on the bed and waited for her coffee to finish brewing. The baby rumbled inside, active now that she was awake.
    She rubbed her belly and felt his little feet kick against her hand. He would be here any day now. Quinn still didn’t have a name for the child. She had gone through so many different names but never settled on anything. She had realized about a month ago that she didn’t even know Drew’s last name.
    Since returning to Fate Mountain, Quinn had found out that Drew’s last name was Bock. Her last name was Jacobs. They were two very different sounding words. Now she had to come up with the baby name that went with the last name Bock—if Drew wanted to claim the child when it was born, that is. She still hadn’t asked him specifically if he wanted to give the cub his name. With everything else that Drew had done for her, she assumed that he would want to.
    Quinn went over her list of baby names in her head again, using Drew’s last name.
    Noah Bock.
    Ethan Bock.
    William Bock.
    James Bock.
    Milo Bock.
    Sebastian Bock.
    Simon