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

it’s a bold and spicy Bloody Mary made Alaskan style. The celery stalks, bleu cheese stuffed olives, and slices of venison sausage are supposed to look like an ugly moose. It will also give you something to snack on until Lynx gets his butt here.”
    Eva took a sip around the stalks of celery. “Wow, does that have a kick.” It tasted yummy too. She took another sip. “So what’s your name, and is Lynx often late to dates?” Now why did she go and ask that?
    “Name’s, Bree. One thing you need to know about Lynx is that he’s easily distracted. Not that he has ADD or somethin’, well maybe just a touch.” Bree shrugged her shoulders. “He’ll have a good reason for being late, or at least an interesting one.” Bree smiled and patted Eva’s shoulder. “Let me know when you’re ready for somethin’ else.”
    Eva fished out one of the olives that represented an eye of the Ugly Moose and ate it. Interesting name for a drink. She systemically ate all the pieces of the moose and then drained the glass. Yeah, she was a fan. She glanced at her watch again. Lynx was now forty-five minutes late. She’d never been stood-up before, but forty-five minutes had to be in the stood-up range.
    To hell with Lynx. And sex.
    She ordered another drink and then ordered dinner. She’d have Ugly Mooses—Meeses?—and good food. Both were great replacements for sex.
    Sort of.
    She ordered a triple berry pie for dessert.

    Damn poachers.
    Lynx had been called out on a report of poachers. He’d been after this bunch for a couple of weeks with no leads. A Dall sheep had been shot and its head taken, leaving the rest of the meat to waste. Burned him up something awful. He’d been able to snap some pictures of the crime right before a mama bear and her two cubs cornered him.
    Now he was stuck up here on the bluff overlooking the scene, waiting out mama and her babies as they feasted on the meat. Well, mama bear feasted, while the rambunctious cubs had their fill and were now tearing apart his four-wheeler.
    Not the tires.
    Damn little heathens. They were cute as heck as they mauled his four-wheeler, shredding the leather seat, pulling and chewing on wires, and puncturing his tires with their wicked sharp claws and teeth. Lynx snapped some pictures of the destructive tykes for his insurance company.
    Well, he wasn’t getting back to town with that thing, and he wasn’t about to take on the hungry mother. Some things weren’t worth fighting nature for.
    Hiking out looked like his only option. He checked his GPS. Roughly eleven miles. Great. His cell phone was no use. He had only his GPS spot locater to push that he was OK or not. If he indicated he wasn’t OK, the troopers in Fairbanks would be notified. He’d have Search and Rescue out looking for his sorry ass. As a law enforcement officer for the Yukon Flats National Wildlife Refuge he’d never live it down that bear cubs got the best of him. It was his own fault, his mind occupied with thoughts of Eva and what tonight might bring, rather than his surroundings. He knew better.
    Now he’d be late for their dinner date. He looked at the time again. Hell, he’d be more than late. He’d be a no-show.
    He wondered how understanding Eva Stuart was.

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    Not very understanding at all.
    Lynx stood there on Eva’s doorstep, staring at the door she’d just slammed in his face. Not the type to give up easily, he knocked again.
    “Go away,” her muffled reply carried through the plank of wood.
    “I have a really good excuse.”
    “You aren’t bleeding.”
    “My four-wheeler is. Let me in so I can explain. Please. I brought breakfast.”
    There was a long pause. “What did you bring for breakfast?”
    “My mother’s homemade cranberry muffins, oatmeal with fresh berries, and coffee that will grow hair on your chest.”
    The door opened. “Give me the coffee.” She reached out a hand for one of the large cups he held and took a long sip. She closed her eyes on a sigh, her head tilted slightly back, and he was dumbstruck by the sensuality of the simple action. His heart thumped hard in his chest like it was waking up for the first time.
    “Come in, if you want.” She turned and walked into the darkness of her apartment as though she didn’t give a damn if he followed or not.
    Obviously not a morning person, or she’d come in contact with too many Ugly Moose at the lodge last night. He’d already been dressed down by his mother and Uncle Pike for