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

were quiet as they took time out to watch the entertainment. Lynx set down the rifle and holstered his Glock. Grabbing the rope laying in the bed of the truck, he secured the men together and then tied them to the moose carcass.
    “Oh, man,” Chad complained.
    “I’m sure this falls under cruel and unusual punishment,” Big Bart said.
    Lynx smiled and made sure the knots were tight. He then hiked back into the forest and grabbed the distributer cap that he’d hidden. Making quick work of putting the part back and then using the keys he’d taken off of Big Bart, Lynx started the truck and headed to Chatanika. He called Nate, who it had turned out hadn’t received his previous text, and told him he needed backup, giving him Pete’s description and that he’d commandeered his U.S. National Fish and Wildlife Refuge vehicle.
    Yeah, he’d have a tough time living that down.

C HAPTER E IGHTEEN

    Eva heard Lynx’s truck pull up outside and tried to calm the beating of her heart.
    What was she, sixteen again?
    She rushed to the front door and forced herself to slow to a moderate pace. It wouldn’t look good for her to swing open the door and greet him before he even got out of his truck. That would give away too much of what she was feeling. Give him more power over her. She stood on the inside of the door, waiting instead. Hearing him shut the door to his truck and walk up to the path to her door, his gait sounded tired, and she wondered for the umpteenth time what he had been out doing all day. She glanced at her watch. It was headed on eleven. With this crazy sun, there was no way she’d be able to tell night from day without her watch.
    As Lynx shuffled up the stairs, she couldn’t wait anymore to see him. She swung open the door, and found herself staring into the barrel of a gun.
    “Hey, blondie,” the man greeted. “Do as I say and you won’t get hurt. Now, back up. Slow like. That’s my girl.”
    Eva’s heart skipped and then lurched with panic. “Where’s Lynx?” That was Lynx’s truck this dirty, gun-wielding bastard had gotten out of.
    “Don’t worry about him. Worry about yourself and what I’m going to do to you if you don’t follow my instructions.”
    Eva swallowed her panic. She needed to keep her head about her, somehow deal with this piece of trash, find Lynx, and make sure he was okay and that this asshole hadn’t hurt him.
    “What do you want?”
    The man smiled, kicking the door shut behind him as he continued to back her up with the gun in her face. “Let’s start with the more pressing issues.” His smile turned creepy as he looked her up and down, licking his lips. “Then we’ll move on from there.”
    She read that look. No way were they moving into that territory. Blood coated the side of his shirt.
    “Let’s go into the clinic,” she said, “and I’ll take a look at your injury.”
    “I do like an agreeable woman.”
    Agreeable? She couldn’t wait to go all psycho bitch on his ass. If he hurt Lynx, she’d do worse than that. First, she needed to get the gun out of her face.
    “Can you lower that thing?” she asked, as she backed up to the door that entered into the clinic.
    He sized her up and down again, and lowered the gun to his side, seeming to find her harmless.
    His mistake.
    She showed him into the exam room across the hall from where Lynx had removed her stitches. No way could she use the same room, not with the memories still floating around in there from the night before.
    “Get up on the table, and take off your shirt,” Eva said.
    He climbed up, setting the gun next to his hip and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The man was packed with muscle, not as much muscle as Lynx, but enough to render her useless in a struggle. He winced as he pulled the bloody fabric loose from his left side.
    “Ooh, that’s nasty,” she said, carefully inching in for a closer look. Blood bubbled out from the wound. “I’m surprised you made it here without passing out.” Now there was a thought. She prayed he’d lost enough blood to do exactly that.
    “It’s fine. Just close it up.” He took his eyes off her to look at the wound, his skin paling.
    She reached for a drawer and the gun came up in her face lightning-quick.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    She had to swallow past the fear in her throat in order to respond. “Getting gloves and supplies so I can assess the situation.”
    The gun wavered, and then he dropped it back to the exam table. Was