Wild Men of Alaska 03 - Dreamweaver

her. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
    “You are stuck with me, Gemma. Forever and always. Before God and country, say you’ll be mine.” He kissed her, and everything inside her caught fire as though solar flares were exploding within her. Her body arched into his, and her hands raked through his hair.
    His much shorter hair. She stiffened, confused.
    “Open your eyes, Gemma, and look at me.”
    “No,” she whimpered.
    “Please. There is a lot to explain. A lot to celebrate. Come on, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”
    Slowly she opened her eyes. She lay in her bed, the light low, but the man above her, holding her was Cub, wasn’t he? He looked like Cub, but he also looked like Lucky. Had she completely lost it?
    “Right now, I sure as hell miss not being able to read your mind.”
    She stared. Blue eyes to brown. That cocky grin instead of Cub’s bashful one.
    Quickly he filled her in on the meeting in Limbo and Cub’s choice. And Lucky’s fortune. Hers too.
    Silence followed his hasty explanation. Then Lucky caressed her face with the back of his fingers. “Are you okay with this?”
    “I’m not dreaming, am I?”
    He shook his head, his expression stoic as if bracing himself for her next words.
    “And Cub is truly happy?”
    “Grinning like an idiot.”
    “And there is no give backs?”
    “I double-checked.”
    She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs tight around him. He laughed rolling over the bed with her. Joy filled the room, followed by hard, quick kisses.
    “Damn, but I love you.”
    “Oh, Lucky, I love you. So, so much.”
    “Now don’t do that. I’m not good with tears. It killed me when you cried over me.”
    “You were there?”
    “I couldn’t leave you. I hurt with you. Each tear that fell from your eyes, there was an equal one falling from mine.”
    “Wait. Your eyes.” She pulled back. “How will we explain the changes? There are bound to be questions. You aren’t Cub, but you look like him. People will expect him.”
    “Head injuries. They change people. Especially their personalities. Besides, I’m not worried about other people. Are you going to be okay with the new bod?” he asked, half jokingly. “Good thing the man had the same level of hotness I did. But I gotta grow out the hair. I look like a damn boy scout.”
    Gemma smoothed her hands through his hair, over his face, tracing his brows. He looked more and more like Lucky as she gazed at him. Lucky’s expressions, his inflections came in how he looked and talked. “I see you, Lucky Leroy Morgan. It’s you who I love. Though I must admit, I did not find Cub's body unattractive.”
    That’s a bit convoluted.”
    “You didn’t want me to come out and say I thought Cub looked like a Norse God, did you?”
    “I do, don’t I?” That cocky smile was back in place.
    “What about the eye color? Cub’s eyes were blue. Not just blue, but a stunning blue.”
    “That will be one for science to try and explain. Or I can wear contacts.”
    “You know Tern is going to flip. There will be no keeping the truth from her.”
    “Tern will take it in stride. It’s your mother who I’m worried about.”
    “Oh, holy balls.”

    THE END

COMING SOON

    DEATH CACHE
    by
    Tiffinie Helmer

    BY SPECIAL INVITATION ONLY
    1st Annual Extreme Geocaching Competition
    A private Geocache h as been set up in your honor to
    determine who is the best in the State.
    June 7th – 14th
    Time & Place: 8:00 a.m. N64° 49.098’, W147° 55.0349’
    Lodging: Rustic cabins on a pristine glacial-fed lake.
    What to bring: Pack for survival in Alaska’s Extreme Backcountry.
    Do you dare to be the best?

    Chapter One

    “Well, hell. I’ve had sex with everyone here.” Tern Maiski’s gaze swept the airplane hangar. Four of her former beaus stood next to the Cessna, chatting it up, and outfitted like they were headed on the same geocaching trek she was.
    “Except you refused to put out for me when I wanted to experiment in college.” Nadia Nelson, best friend extraordinaire, came to a stop next to her, giving a slow whistle at the impressive line-up of testosterone. “Damn, girl. Remind me again why you let these guys go.”
    All eyes turned their direction. The men stood in a row like a reception line from hell.
    Tern tightened her hold on the strap of her backpack. She had no problem meeting each of the men’s stares. Except Gage Fallon’s. The bastard had walked out on her without a word six months ago. No email