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

with her tongue in his uncle’s mouth. He could call her Eva.
    He smiled, his dark eyes all-a-twinkle. “Okay, Eva.”
    “What’s your dog’s name?” There, that was a good safe subject.
    “Kiski. She’s the runt of the litter and finally strong enough for her vaccinations.” At her frown, Fox continued. “Uncle Lynx is going to give them to her.”
    Uncle Lynx opened the screen door, and stepped out, having put on a snug-fitting t-shirt in dusty blue. “Okay, I’m ready for my next patient.” He bent down and rubbed Kiski’s ears. She perked up and licked his hand.
    “Eva? Why’d you need stitches?” Fox asked with the tilt of his head, looking a lot like the adorable puppy in his lap.
    “She’s been moosed-up,” Lynx said before she could offer anything.
    Fox nodded as though he actually understood the term and that it was a common occurrence.
    Lynx took pity on her. “Moosed-up is when you’ve been messed-up by a moose. It’s just faster and easier to say moosed-up.”
    “Oh. Well. I’ll let you tend to your patient then.” She followed the steps down from the deck and went to turn left, the way she’d come.
    “Eva.” Lynx leaned over the railing, his elbows taking his weight, making his shoulders seem even wider than they were. “Head right about three hundred yards and you’ll come to a road. You’ll find your way home safe enough in that direction.” He gave her a knowing smile and then disappeared inside the cabin with Fox.
    She traipsed off in the direction he indicated, exiting the forest onto the road that led to the clinic and her small apartment attached to it.
    Well, shit. Lynx Maiski was her next door neighbor.

C HAPTER T HREE

    She shouldn’t be here.
    Eva traced the lines of filigree on her silverware. Why had she agreed to have dinner with Lynx? And here, where his family and friends could all keep tabs on their date? Pike, Lynx’s uncle, kept looking at her through the cutout behind the bar where the kitchen must be. He was another good looking man for his age. Tall, thick salt-and-peppered hair, with dark eyes that didn’t miss much. They sure did grow them big and muscled up here in the Arctic. Lynx would probably look a lot like his uncle when he got older.
    Not something she needed to be thinking about. Davis was a handsome man, but more metro-sexual than mountain man. He’d dressed impeccably in suits and designer menswear, which should have given her a clue. He could color-coordinate better than any woman she knew.
    She picked up her water glass and sipped. It was now half empty. She glanced at her watch again.
    Lynx was late.
    How long should she wait for him? Why was she even waiting for him? Because they’d shared spit, and she didn’t want to be one of those easy women. Meeting him tonight did not guarantee that they would be returning to his place or hers to have sex. No matter what last night’s impression had given him.
    Tonight was about getting to know each other and then hopefully moving onto sex. Soon. She wanted him bad. Had thought of nothing else but being in those arms again and having him between her legs.
    “Would you like to order an appetizer while you wait?” the young waitress asked.
    Eva hadn’t caught her name. She looked for a tag, but there wasn’t one. She wore a simple white t-shirt and comfortable jeans, with a short apron tied around her waist.
    She needed more liquid courage than food right now. “How about a drink. What can you suggest?”
    The waitress cocked her head, pointed with her pencil to the empty seat next to Eva.” You waitin’ on Lynx?”
    “Yes. How’d you know?”
    “Word gets around.”
    Had word spread about her legs clamped around Lynx too? She felt a blush start at the base of her neck. “Well, then, how about something with a kick?”
    She tucked her pencil into her amber ponytail. “I got just the thing. Be right back.”
    Eva watched her hips tick back and forth like the second hand of a clock. She took in the group of diners enjoying their evening meal. She’d purposely showed early and taken a seat in the back corner so that she could watch Lynx arrive. The big windows gave her a view of the parking lot. Now she felt trapped as all eyes routinely flicked her direction. Everyone in this damn village knew she was Lynx’s date.
    Were they the Saturday night entertainment for the little town?
    The waitress returned and set a drink in front of her. “We call it the Ugly Moose. Basically,