Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

asked, hoping to get off the trooper channel. It would afford them some privacy as long as whoever was listening didn’t decide to change channels along with them.
    “Roger that.”
    Sonya changed channels. “ Calypso ?”
    “Roger. Whom am I speaking to?”
    “I need to talk to Hunt.” There was silence except for the occasional blips of static. Sonya waited and hoped, since she’d gone this far, that Garrett was actually on board.
    “This is Hunt, over.”
    The sound of his voice came across the radio as large as life, and her hand shook when she pressed the button to speak into the mic. “I need to meet with you.”
    Another pause and then. “Sonya?”
    Dang it. He had to go and say her name. As far as she knew, she was the only Sonya in Bristol Bay. “Can you meet with me?” she repeated.
    “Where?”
    Now, how to explain where to meet without letting every other ear listening know? “Your surfing haunt.”
    “Roger. When?”
    “An hour?”
    “Roger.”
    Hopefully, she and Garrett were the only ones who knew where he’d surfed after the first day of fishing. She ended the transmission and changed the VHF back to her normal channel. Now how to get to the old Diamond O Cannery? She couldn’t very well show up in the Double Dippin’. Talk about broadcasting. She glanced down at her wrinkled, slept-in clothes.
    What was she going to wear?

C HAPTER E LEVEN
    Garrett handed the mic back to Skip. His day just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
    “Sonya?” Judd asked. “As in Savonski?” He tore through a piece of jerky with his teeth. Breakfast onboard the Calypso was a no frills affair.
    “The same.” Something must have happened for her to contact him. He doubted she wanted to finish what they’d started the last time they’d been together. Pity. He hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since. “We need to take a detour.”
    “We’re supposed to be investigating the drift boat fishing in closed waters upstream.” Skip’s brow creased in a frown as he helped himself to another Oreo.
    “I’m sure you and Judd can handle it.” Garrett knew Sonya wouldn’t be calling if she could help it. The woman wasn’t the kind to ask for help. “Something’s up.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can feel it.”
    “You want us to go with you before we head upstream?” Judd asked, speaking around the jerky in his mouth.
    “No.” The last thing Sonya would want was a posse of troopers. He knew it had been hard enough on her to call for him, heard it in her voice. “Drop me off at the cannery. I’ll make my way with the jeep from there.”
    “Do you think you could stop in at the General Store and say hello to Davida for me?” Judd looked hopeful.
    “I’m sure Skip will wait five minutes for you to say hello.”
    “It’ll take me more than five minutes to say hello to her. Get my drift?”
    “We all get your drift.” Skip shook his head and helped himself to another Oreo. “Man, I miss my wife.”

    Garrett found Sonya inside the abandoned Diamond O Cannery, gazing out at the bay through a broken windowpane. Thick wooden planks squeaked under his booted feet as he made his way to her.
    She turned, and then grimaced as she looked him over. “Did you have to wear the uniform?”
    “It’s who I am, Sonya. Who you called.” He soaked in the sight of her, from her ball cap, to her worn jeans, and the t-shirt with “Ofishially Wild” written across her full breasts. She’d tied a sweatshirt around her hips, accentuating her waist. One look and he wanted her with a hunger of a starving man. He was getting as bad as Skip. Any minute he’d be whining for his woman. Except he didn’t have one to call his own, but he sure wanted to put his name on this one.
    Get a grip . He took a step back, keeping plenty of distance between them.
    He’d given himself a pep talk in regard to how he’d handle this meeting with Sonya. It was business. He needed to remember his job and the huge conflict of interest that getting involved with her would be.
    He had to keep his distance.
    At least until fishing season was over.
    She lived in Soldotna, he lived in Homer. That was a ninety minute drive. After their last meeting, he’d made a call to a buddy and had her investigated. He’d been shocked to find that Sonya Savonski, the headstrong, hell-bent on trouble, sexy woman captain, was a high school music teacher.
    The sun slanted through the cracked windows, causing distorted shadows to