Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

the bathroom that was located on the first floor. He rushed to follow. The door slammed in his face. Looked as though she’d been free for some time. Time enough to know the layout of the lodge.
    How had she freed herself? No one he knew could have gotten loose of those knots without help.
    He went to bust through the door, but then he heard a strangled sob. His heart thudded in his chest.
    Bozhe moi. What had he done?
    He braced his hands on the doorframe and leaned his head onto the wood. “Talk to me, Katja.” He had to fix this. Making love with her had been wondrous. Better than before. Right. So very right. She was his mate. His equal. His everything. But had he somehow ruined things, making them worse than he had before? “Open this door.”
    “Go away.”
    “Either talk to me or I’m coming in.”
    “I need a minute.” The toilet flushed.
    He wasn’t buying it. “Katja.” He growled.
    “I need a few goddamn minutes, okay?”
    Hearing the anger back in her voice reassured him, and he straightened back from the door. “That’s all you vill get.”
    “Go to hell.”
    “Vith bags packed. As long as you follow,” he added.

    He was infuriating.
    Kate splashed cold water on her face. What was she going to do? That had been too intense. She’d lost valuable ground having sex with him again. Somehow he knew she cared. He’d known before she’d known. How? Was the man some kind of sightseer? There had been whispers about him. He sensed things before others, which is why he’d been impossible to kill. They needed someone like her to have him lower his guard. But he’d bested her at every turn.
    Two years ago, she’d been told to sleep with him and then kill him. But she couldn’t then, and she couldn’t now. Though she didn’t seem to have a problem with the sleeping part. So what did she do?
    Follow her heart or her head?
    Quit her job and disappear? She’d have to disappear as in “die” for others not to come after her. Could she chuck everything and finally do what she wanted? Wouldn’t that be a treat? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually done something because she wanted to. That wasn’t true. Last time she’d slept with Sergei it had been what she’d wanted. Ordered to or not. She’d never wanted a man like she had wanted him.
    And here she was, hiding in the bathroom like some simpering female.
    Didn’t that bite?
    Pull it together, Kate. The longer she stayed in here the weaker she looked. She never ran. The fact that she needed a few minutes after he destroyed her to put herself back together was forgivable. For a bit. Quickly, she cleaned up, shaped up, squared her shoulders, and wiped her expression clean of the turmoil she felt inside.
    Sergei was waiting for her as she exited the bathroom. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, he’d dressed in his jeans, and button-torn flannel shirt, leaving his feet bare. His gaze swept her from her bare feet to her body covered in the quilt.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?” There was command and concern in his voice that tugged at her heart.
    “No, you didn’t hurt me.” But she couldn’t tell him she was okay. She wasn’t, and it was about time she quit lying to herself. And him. “We need to talk.”
    “ Dah , ve do.”
    “First, I’d like to get dressed.”
    “I like you the vay you are.” His voice went smoky and dark, stoking sparks to fire inside her again.
    “We have to take sex out of this.”
    “Never.” His nostrils flared. “You vant me. I vant you...” He stopped, but it seemed as though there was more that he wanted to say.
    “That may be, but it’s getting in the way.”
    He smiled, his eyes softening when she didn’t disagree with him this time. “No, Katja, everything else is in our vay. Ve need to, how you Americans say, ‘clean house’?” He held up the knife she’d stashed under the couch. He must have seen it when he picked up his clothes. She hadn’t noticed he’d been hiding it behind his back. “Who are you arming against?” he asked. “Me...or is there someone else you are expecting?”
    She swallowed. At least he’d only found the one knife. Good thing she hadn’t stayed longer in the bathroom, he would have most likely sniffed out the other four.
    “How did you get free? Who else is here, Katja?”
    She smirked. “I didn’t need help getting free.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “You will,” she threw at him.
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