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Authors: Tiffinie Helmer
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get the bags, while I say hello to Sonya.” Margaret, with her regal bearing, immediately had the men jumping to do her bidding. The sweet-as-sugar smile, which accompanied the request had paved a long road of men bending over backward to fetch anything she needed. The woman had skills.
“Sonya, my girl, I’ve missed you.” They embraced. “I’ve been too long in the company of men,” she said, indicating Nikolai. He and Peter were powwowing with a group of fishermen waiting for the plane to be unloaded. “We must make time for some girlie stuff before the season starts.”
Girlie stuff on the Bering Sea of Alaska? They’d have a better chance locating an ice cream shop.
“We’ll make a point of it,” Sonya said, her attention snagged by Gramps who’d thrown his head back and let loose with a booming laugh. He was conversing with a sandy-haired man. The man had broad shoulders powerful enough to haul in a boatload of fish without breaking a sweat. Gramps motioned for Sonya to hurry over.
“Looks as though Nikky has another suitor to introduce you to.” Grams chuckled while smoothing her platinum—never gray—curls back from her face as the Bristol Bay wind pu ffed teasing gusts around them.
Sonya moaned and moseyed over to Gramps and Peter. For some reason, her grandpa had decided she needed to get married. She was only twenty-nine for heaven’s sake. There was plenty of time for that nonsense, but Gramps was bull-headed, so she went to be paraded i n front of another “potential.”
“Sonya, I’d like you to meet Garrett... uh ... what’s your last name?”
Great. He was so desperate to get her hitched that he wasn’t bothering to screen the men anymore. For all they knew, this man could have murdered a string of women.
Peter turned his head to the side and snickered.
“Hunt,” the stranger supplied. “Name’s Garrett Hunt.” He reached out a hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Sonya.”
Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, she wanted to say, but then her attention caught on his ice-blue eyes. Eyes that color shouldn’t project heat. Somehow she found her hand happily engaged in his. It wasn’t just his eyes that gave off heat. A slight smile crooked his lips.
“Same,” she said, “to meet you, that is.” She gave Garrett Hunt a second look. The man wasn’t handsome ... more interesting. Tough, muscled, and weathered. He looked like he could hold his own in any situation. Anywhere. Anytime. Chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, spiky military haircut, with a scar by his left temple. The only thing soft about him was his lips.
Dang, she did not need this kind of distraction this summer.
“Well, how do you like that?” Gramps commented with a hum, breaking Sonya out of her trance and reminding her of where she was. Gramps slapped Garrett on the back. “How about you join us for dinner tomorrow night? Red Fox Camp is about five miles down the beach. Can’t miss it. We should be ready for company by then, don’t ya think, Sonya?”
“Uh ... sure.” Even though she wanted to tell her grandpa to keep his busybody nose out of her business, she couldn’t.
Garrett gave her that crooked smile again. It was quite sexy on him. “I’d like that.”
“Hunt!” the pilot of the plane hollered, walking toward them carrying a surfboard. “You have any idea how hard this was to stuff into my plane?”
“Thanks, Harry,” Garrett said, taking ownership of the board. “I appreciate you making the room.”
Surfboard?
“You owe me a drink for it,” Harry said. “I plan on collecting as soon as I get that swarm of fishermen flown over here.”
“You got it,” Garrett said.
Harry waved them goodbye and boarded the plane for the return hop to King Salmon. The fishermen were all coming in now that the fishing season would be opening in a few days. In that amount of time, the population went from around a hundred to thousands.
“What are you going to do with that?” Peter asked,
“Sonya, my girl, I’ve missed you.” They embraced. “I’ve been too long in the company of men,” she said, indicating Nikolai. He and Peter were powwowing with a group of fishermen waiting for the plane to be unloaded. “We must make time for some girlie stuff before the season starts.”
Girlie stuff on the Bering Sea of Alaska? They’d have a better chance locating an ice cream shop.
“We’ll make a point of it,” Sonya said, her attention snagged by Gramps who’d thrown his head back and let loose with a booming laugh. He was conversing with a sandy-haired man. The man had broad shoulders powerful enough to haul in a boatload of fish without breaking a sweat. Gramps motioned for Sonya to hurry over.
“Looks as though Nikky has another suitor to introduce you to.” Grams chuckled while smoothing her platinum—never gray—curls back from her face as the Bristol Bay wind pu ffed teasing gusts around them.
Sonya moaned and moseyed over to Gramps and Peter. For some reason, her grandpa had decided she needed to get married. She was only twenty-nine for heaven’s sake. There was plenty of time for that nonsense, but Gramps was bull-headed, so she went to be paraded i n front of another “potential.”
“Sonya, I’d like you to meet Garrett... uh ... what’s your last name?”
Great. He was so desperate to get her hitched that he wasn’t bothering to screen the men anymore. For all they knew, this man could have murdered a string of women.
Peter turned his head to the side and snickered.
“Hunt,” the stranger supplied. “Name’s Garrett Hunt.” He reached out a hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Sonya.”
Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, she wanted to say, but then her attention caught on his ice-blue eyes. Eyes that color shouldn’t project heat. Somehow she found her hand happily engaged in his. It wasn’t just his eyes that gave off heat. A slight smile crooked his lips.
“Same,” she said, “to meet you, that is.” She gave Garrett Hunt a second look. The man wasn’t handsome ... more interesting. Tough, muscled, and weathered. He looked like he could hold his own in any situation. Anywhere. Anytime. Chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, spiky military haircut, with a scar by his left temple. The only thing soft about him was his lips.
Dang, she did not need this kind of distraction this summer.
“Well, how do you like that?” Gramps commented with a hum, breaking Sonya out of her trance and reminding her of where she was. Gramps slapped Garrett on the back. “How about you join us for dinner tomorrow night? Red Fox Camp is about five miles down the beach. Can’t miss it. We should be ready for company by then, don’t ya think, Sonya?”
“Uh ... sure.” Even though she wanted to tell her grandpa to keep his busybody nose out of her business, she couldn’t.
Garrett gave her that crooked smile again. It was quite sexy on him. “I’d like that.”
“Hunt!” the pilot of the plane hollered, walking toward them carrying a surfboard. “You have any idea how hard this was to stuff into my plane?”
“Thanks, Harry,” Garrett said, taking ownership of the board. “I appreciate you making the room.”
Surfboard?
“You owe me a drink for it,” Harry said. “I plan on collecting as soon as I get that swarm of fishermen flown over here.”
“You got it,” Garrett said.
Harry waved them goodbye and boarded the plane for the return hop to King Salmon. The fishermen were all coming in now that the fishing season would be opening in a few days. In that amount of time, the population went from around a hundred to thousands.
“What are you going to do with that?” Peter asked,
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