Melting His Alaskan Heart
is Carly.”
    Ethan’s shoulders tensed. He didn’t think he would see or hear from Carly again, but something like hope resounded in his brain, despite knowing better. “Oh, yeah? Did she say anything else?”
    “So I take it this is someone you know?” There was Zak’s trademark sarcasm he’d expected.
    “Yes.”
    “Interesting. Mom’s going to love this.”
    “It’s just business,” Ethan assured him. “She wants to interview Dane.”
    “Oh, she’s some reporter? Well, they are getting more inventive, at least, working their way to him via you. Great. Do you want her number?”
    “Yes. Text it to me. Is Travis on schedule to pick me up at ten?”
    “As far as I know,” Zak said. “Mom’s already here.”
    “So no one is staying at the lodge except the family this weekend, right?”
    “I’m not sure if Fiona is going to make it. I think she has class. But the weather looks good, so hopefully it won’t be too cold to skate.”
    “All right. See you soon.” Ethan hung up and contemplated returning Carly’s call.
    Rather than let himself dwell on it, he looked at the text from Zak and immediately dialed the number.
    Carly’s voice answered on after the first ring. “Hello?”
    Ethan nearly lost his nerve, but sucked in a deep breath and said, “Hello. It’s Ethan Forrester returning your call.”
    “Thanks for calling me back, Ethan.”
    She sounded professional, but her voice still sent memories of their night together crashing through him. She called because of Dane. It certainly had nothing to do with him. He needed to remember that. “No problem. What can I do for you?”
    “I’m afraid I haven’t had much luck on my own speaking with Dane. I have no one to ask for favors. I’m out of options. My boss really wants this article, and well, I was wondering if you’d help me out.”
    “I told you I would.”
    A long pause sat heavy between them. “I do make it a habit of going through the proper channels. I called Dane’s agent, but he was no help. I’m sorry to be bothering you.”
    “You aren’t bothering me.” But if she called to talk about his brother as he suspected, the n, by God, she was going to have to ask. He wasn’t going to offer up his brother on a silver platter.
    “Well, you said you could get me an interview with your brother….so I’m asking.”
    Ethan knew how the phone call would go, so why did a part of him wish she’d called to talk to him instead of his famous brother? He knew better than to let any kind of foolish fantasy enter his thoughts. “I’m actually packing up to head to the airport. You’re welcome to join us. I’ll see that Dane gives you an interview. And when you’re done, Travis can fly you back to Anchorage.”
    “You’d do that for me?” she asked in a disbelieving tone.
    “I said that I would make things right.”
    “So you did,” she said quietly.
    “Can you meet me at Merrill Field in half an hour?”
    “Um, yeah, I think so. That’s pushing it, but yes.”
    “Do you skate?”
    “As in hockey skate?” she asked. “Yes.”
    Ethan was surprised, but since she was a sports journalist, maybe he shouldn’t be. “Then bring your skates because we’ll play hockey on the lake.”
    “Sounds great. See you soon. And…Ethan?”
    Another long pause sounded on the phone. “Yes?”
    “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome.” Ethan hung up the phone and reminded himself this was strictly business. Carly’s trip to the lodge wasn’t to spend time with him, only to get an interview with his brother. The faster he got this over with, the better off he’d be.
    He called Zak back. “Let Travis know he’s got two passengers to pick up and make sure you have another room ready for Carly Hughes.”
    “So you’re bringing a guest?” Ethan heard the implication in his voice.
    “It’s not like that. Trust me. She’ll probably stay one night and fly back to Anchorage.” He hung up and didn’t care what random thoughts cooked in

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