As a boy, he was like
an older brother to her.
As a teenager, he
became her secret crush.
As a man, he’s her
target and she’s determined to get him out of her system once and for all.
Jake Wilde doesn’t
live a tame existence. He never has. He never will.
His career as a
smokejumper in Alaska? Dangerous.
His female conquests?
Copious.
His stance on
commitment? Never happening.
But when the girl
from his past shows up at his door as a woman, Jake Wilde is about to learn a
valuable lesson. Never, ever play with fire . . . unless you’re looking to get
burned.
“How many guys am I
meeting?” I asked after he parked the Jeep outside of the smokejumper base.
There were a handful of other trucks and Jeeps staggered around, but it was
hard to tell just how many people were inside.
“You’re not meeting any guys.”
He threw open his door and crawled out.
“Um, I’m an
investigative reporter. My job is to investigate.” I closed the door behind me
and came around the front of the Jeep where he was waiting. He was so tall. I
didn’t remember him being this massive.
That could have been
because the context in which I considered his size was different now. The
little girl had seen a big brother who could stand up to a bully. The woman saw
a man who could hold her in his arms while he screwed her.
“You can ask me all
of the questions you need to. I’ll give you the tour and everything later on.
When they’re all gone or asleep.” He leaned into his Jeep and crossed his arms.
“A good reporter has
multiple sources.”
“No. All you need is
one good source.”
I sighed and clamped
my teeth down on my pen again. His forehead creased again, like before. Was he
worried about my pen? The integrity of my teeth?
“No, I’d need a
really, really great source, so until that happens, I’ll keep to the
multiple source way of doing things.”
His smile crept into
place. “You have no clue how really, really great my source is.”
Was he making a lewd
joke? An innuendo? With me? God knew I’d heard him and Matt go back and forth
like a couple of one-track-minded cavemen, but he’d never been so forward with
me.
I liked it. I really liked
it.
Two could play at
this game though.
“Just how great is
your source?” I lifted an eyebrow, my gaze dipping to his belt region.
He shoved off of his
Jeep and moved closer. “Astoundingly great.”
I chewed the inside
of my cheek to keep from smiling. “Does your ‘source’ get the job done?”
He smiled down at the
ground and kept moving closer. I hoped he wouldn’t stop until he crashed into
me and pinned me up against the wall behind me. “I’ve never heard any
complaints.”
Kat Austen is the
secret pen name of a New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author. Kat writes
short and steamy reads that leave hearts (and other parts) satisfied.
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