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

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    He let out a deep breath. She’d been honest with him, but he couldn’t return the favor. To do so would ruin another chance at a relationship. He shrugged and didn’t meet her eyes. “Maybe he was finished mowing your front yard and decided it was time to move on.” He hated lying to her, but wasn’t willing to risk losing her so soon. Then again he wasn’t really lying, just not telling the full truth. It still wasn’t the best foot to start a relationship on. He was torn, and it must have shown in his face.
    “That wasn’t how it looked to me.”
    “How did it look?”
    “As though you were talking to him. He acted as if he ‘liked’ you. Even in captivity moose aren’t ‘friendly’.”
    He held his breath. He couldn’t go there with her, not yet. She wouldn’t understand, and if he came clean now, she’d walk away just like the others had.
    Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. Then she came to some sort of decision. “Want a cup of coffee?”
    His heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t throwing him out. Coffee meant caffeine, talking and sharing and staying up all night. “I’d love one.”
    Eva stood and entered the kitchen, motioning for him to stay seated. “Instead of coffee, how about a bottle of wine?”
    A bottle?
    “Okay.” He watched her work, gathering glasses, wine from the refrigerator, and a corkscrew. She seemed comfortable in the kitchen, which shouldn’t be a turn on in this day and age. He completely believed in equal rights and a woman’s choice to do what she wanted, whether it was a doctor, trooper, or cook. He came from a very strong matriarchal family, with his grandmother and mother calling the shots, and if there were any decisions left to be made, his three sisters eagerly took charge. He’d spent most of his time growing up getting out of the way. But if any of them needed him, he was there and could protect and defend better than any grizzly bear.
    Eva popped the cork from the bottle and poured two glasses of red wine, handing him one, and then setting her glass and the bottle on the table.
    She sat, crossed her legs, the hem of her robe riding up higher on her bare thighs. “So, what now?”
    He tore his gaze away from all her creamy flesh, and adjusted himself. Oh man. This wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, things were getting harder and harder the longer he sat across from her, catching her scent that was more prevalent to him now that he’d tasted her, and seeing all that soft skin and knowing how it felt to sink into her. She probably didn’t want to know what he’d like to do now.
    He gathered a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “I’d like to keep seeing you.”
    She took a long sip of wine. “Does that mean we are just dating?”
    “No.” His tone was sharper than he’d meant it to be. Well, hell. In for a pound and all that. “I want to be exclusive.” Isn’t that the word women used? What he really wanted was to move her in with him and never let her go, but that might have her packing and running for the Canadian border.
    “Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”
    More like husband and wife. “Yeah.” He’d take what he could get at this point. And having her call him husband might be a stretch this early.
    She seemed to roll the idea around as she rolled the wine around in her glass. She lifted the wine to her lips and drank, then set the glass down and stood. “Okay. Let’s take out my stitches.”
    So was that an agreement? Now who was off balance? Just like that, she’d taken the back reins. He bet she killed at chess.
    His chair scraped the floor as he stood to follow. Instead of taking him to her bedroom or bathroom, she opened the door that entered into the back of the clinic. A stab of regret hit his heart. She might want this to be impersonal or clinical.
    Well, she wasn’t going to get it.

    Eva opened an exam room and set the instruments needed to remove her stitches on a tray.
    He was keeping something from her.
    She wasn’t ready to have him touch her again. Not when her emotions were still reeling from his lovemaking. Why had she agreed to be his girlfriend? She wasn’t in high school or college for that matter. The man was keeping a secret from her, and she detested secrets. Why was she willing to do it, just because he was a God in the bedroom? Could she really be that easy?
    Apparently.
    He was so...much. More man then she’d ever dealt with before.
    “Ready?” Lynx asked, having stayed back by the