A .99 Wild Weekend and a snippet from Ryker

Snippet from One Wild Weekend With Ryker

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I hover in the doorway, not sure if I should close the door. He could be a serial killer for all I know. A very, very, sexy one.

I clear my throat. “Are you on vacation?”


He shakes his head. “I needed a break from all the noise in DC, and this seemed like the perfect place,” he says.


I nod as though I understand, even though it’s so quiet here, I find it has the opposite effect on me.


“What about you. What brings you all the way out here?”


At the reminder of why I came, I grimace. “My grandma lives here. My dad canceled last minute, and I drew the short straw to spend Christmas with her.”


His eyebrow lifts as amusement flashes across his face. “You aren’t close?”


I stare at the phone on the wall and sigh heavily as I think about being cooped up in such a small space with her and not even my phone for comfort.

“We used to be. But it’s hard to stay close to someone so eccentric.”


It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s all I’m willing to share right now.


He chuckles. “Well, if you’re not in a hurry to get to her, I’m about to have some soup?”


I glance at the stove and find myself nodding. “You don’t have to do that,” I say.


He just smiles. “Yeah, I do.”


Since he doesn’t seem in a hurry to get rid of me, and I’m capable of taking care of myself, I close the door and take a seat. “So, what do you do in DC?”


He glances at me as he dishes up two bowls of soup. “I’m a fixer,” he says.


That makes me snort a laugh. “A what?”


He gives me a lazy smile as he sits opposite me. “I fix things for people.”


I eye him as he brings a mouthful of soup to his lips. “What kind of people?”


“All kinds of people,” he says.


“You’re working over Christmas then?”


“Yep. No rest for the wicked.”


I choke out a laugh. “You’re wicked, are you?”


Something in the way he looks at me sends a shiver running down my spine. “When the mood takes me,” he says.


I swallow, suddenly feeling incredibly warm as I consider his meaning. “Are you hitting on me?” I say.


His eyebrow hitches skyward. “If I was, could I keep the cabin?”


I slurp my soup, watching him carefully, trying to work him out. “Are you married? Is that why you come out here? To get away from your responsibilities?”


He chokes out a laugh. “Are you always so forthright?”


I nod. “Pretty much. But you didn’t answer the question,” I say.


He drains the rest of the bowl before answering. “That’s not why I’m here.”


“But you are married, aren’t you?”


When he doesn’t answer, I let the spoon drop to emphasize my disgust. “I’ll take your silence as an admission of guilt,” I say.


He frowns at me. “I’m not married. My job doesn’t lend itself to relationships.”


Well, now, that’s interesting. “So, you’re a no-strings kind of guy then?”


His lip curls before he laughs. “I’m a ‘take an opportunity when I see it’, kind of guy,” he says.


His eyes lock onto mine, and I’m a little ashamed to realize I’m the one who’s hitting on him.


At least I think I am. It’s been a while.


“Well, I should probably go, thanks for the—”


My polite exit is interrupted by an incredibly loud rumbling sound coming from outside.


As the sound grows louder, and the cabin starts to shake and shudder, I jump to my feet, ready to duck under the table or to run. “Is that an earthquake?” I ask


​Ryker listens for a split second before he shakes his head. “It’s an avalanche,” he says.

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