The Reindeer's Easter Family (Reindeer Holidays Book 3)

By: E A Price


Tank stared straight ahead of him. Various children wearing homemade bunny and chicken costumes, being chased and corralled by harassed looking parents milled around giving him wary looks. After four hours, he was used to it and paid them no mind.

He was a reindeer shifter, and standing at six-feet-ten inches tall, he was a big reindeer shifter. He worked as an enforcer for his reindeer herd, which basically meant security. For now, it meant he was assigned to guard the new human mate of the herd second in command.

He didn’t know what happened. But all of a sudden, Harlan had a human mate called Temp, and he wanted someone to guard her at work. Branch assigned Tank, and that was that.

It was pretty tedious, but Tank didn’t mind. Temp ran her own charity, and she told him that mostly she would spend all day there. He was fine with that. He could stand in the same spot for hours, staring in front of him, not thinking of anything.

The only problem with staying at the charity center was that there were dozens of people coming and going, but since he started that morning, he was starting to recognize most of them. However, it didn’t help that Temp said he wasn’t allowed to frisk anyone… anyone else that is. Frisk nine or ten people and suddenly you’re doing something wrong. To try and compensate for this, he had insisted Temp have a receptionist, and since she couldn’t provide one at short notice, Tank had the trainee enforcer run down to do it. He had everyone sign in and out, and report to Tank if he thought there was any suspicious behavior going on. Plus, he was Tank’s cousin, so he liked keeping him there and out of trouble.

Temp walked past him again and slowed, giving him an awkward smile. “I’m really sorry you’re stuck here,” she said.

“No problem.”

“You know I really wouldn’t mind if you wanted to leave – I’m fine here. We don’t have to tell Harlan.”

Slowly, he canted his head and gave her a deadpan look.

Temp shrugged. “You’re right; it’s not worth the argument. Are you sure I can’t get you a coffee at least?”

He shook his head.

“Well, if you want anything just help yourself – the kitchen is that way.”

He nodded. She’d told him that five times already. Either she didn’t like him being there, or she was guilty that she was the cause of him being there. He supposed she was brand new to being a part of the herd. She’d get used to it, like her sister, Mira did.

Mira had started dating their alpha, Branch a few months back, and not long after Branch had an enforcer follow her at work, to ensure she stayed safe. Course, he didn’t tell her at first leading to a mishap where she thought she was being stalked. Long story short, after a couple of days walking with a limp, the enforcer was fine, and when Mira was asked, she agreed that having a bodyguard around some of the time wasn’t a terrible idea - if only to appease Branch.

Temp smiled at him and swiftly left to tackle another problem. He saw the woman’s to-do list – it was staggering. From what he could see, she ran around like her butt was on fire most days. He preferred his job. It involved a lot of standing, watching, grunting and occasionally, some ass kicking. Mostly, the standing though, and that was in his wheelhouse.

He supposed becoming an enforcer had been inevitable for him – given his size and hard stare that could stop a rhino in its tracks. It literally had stopped a rhino shifter once. The guy was belligerently hitting on his younger sister, and a look from Tank had put him right off his sleazy game.

College had never been on the cards for him. He wasn’t really cut out for studying. Nor was an office job. He couldn’t strut around in a suit making business deals. Nope, he was perfectly suited to his job. People thought he was dumb just because he could stand around for hours without getting bored. While he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he was more than happy for people to think him an idiot.

His brow creased as he felt something pulling at his trouser legs – first one then the other. He peered down to find two tiny females, tugging at his trousers, and either he needed eyeglasses, or they were twins. Both had curly black hair decorated with bright ribbons, big brown eyes and chubby cheeks. They were about three or four – he wasn’t a good judge of kids.

“Are you a giant?” asked the one in pink, while the one in yellow blinked up at him, clearly interested to know the answer to the question too.

“No,” he rumbled in as gentle a voice as possible. But given his deep timbre, it was like a foghorn trying to be gentle.

Carefully – because small human females were delicate – he tried to shoo them away from his legs. Naturally, that made them cling onto him tighter.