Chapter 1
Life is good.
At least that’s what it said on the front of Fisher Jones’s T-shirt. Standing in the parking lot of the American River Grill—the Argo to the locals—she accepted congratulations and hugs from her friends and coworkers. They had been celebrating her recent promotion to river operations manager. She’d be in charge of the rafting part of the Swift River Adventure Company and Resort.
No one knew she’d been crafting a letter of resignation. One she’d been working on for weeks. No, months. But she didn’t have the courage to hand it in. She loved life on the American River. Taking visitors down the river was always a thrill. Whether it was their first time or they were return customers, they always had a blast. She especially enjoyed helping people rise to the challenge of stepping outside their comfort zones.
Fisher loved her job. That wasn’t the problem.
The problem was she loved her boss. Her married, with children, boss. Four years ago, at this very bar, Cody Swift had hit on her. It being her first night in Prospector Springs, she had brushed him off. A good thing, since the very next morning she’d started her first day as his assistant guide.
Although she’d seen dozens of women floating in and out of his bed, she’d come to know the real Cody. The man behind the fun-loving, life-of-the-party persona. They’d developed a friendship. And somewhere along the line, her feelings had deepened.
She had hoped, after his twin brother, Carson, met and married Lily, Cody might consider settling down and sticking with one woman.
And that’s exactly what he did. Only it was Miranda who had managed to capture his heart. And then she gave him two beautiful, perfect twin daughters, Ava and Addy.
Fisher had never been one of those women who went all gaga over babies. But damn, those two girls were adorable. She watched Cody lovingly strap them into their infant seats and she could almost feel her ovaries explode.
She reached for her sunglasses to hide the glisten of tears that would come if she watched him another minute. But they weren’t perched on the top of her head, where she normally kept them when she wasn’t squinting into the bright sunshine.
“I think I left my sunglasses inside,” she said to Brooke, a fellow guide and the woman she shared a room with at the guides’ house back at the resort. “Can you give me a minute to go look for them?”
“Sure.” Brooke had ridden over in Fisher’s Jeep. Cody had, of course, driven with his wife and daughters. Carson had come down from Hidden Creek with Lily and their baby boy, Brandon. Gavin, Jake, and Aubrey had all piled in Jake’s old Honda. Tyler had been working the store, so he’d met them there after closing out the register.
“If you want to ride back with me, I don’t mind.” Tyler flashed Brooke a hopeful smile.
“You guys go ahead.” Fisher almost preferred driving by herself. As much as she appreciated everyone coming out to help her celebrate, she needed some space. And that was hard to get when she lived with all the guides.
“You sure?” Brooke asked. “You’re okay to drive, right?”
“Oh yeah. I only had one beer.” She didn’t trust herself to have any more than that around Cody. The last thing she needed was to loosen up too much and let her feelings show. “Heck, I may even go back and have one more, maybe stay for the band.”
“Do you want me to hang out with you?” Brooke offered, but Fisher could tell she’d rather go with Tyler. Something had been developing between them, and maybe with Fisher out of the way…
“No. I’m fine. I’ll text and let you know when I’m on my way home. So you don’t worry.” Fisher gave Brooke a wink, letting her know that she’d hold back, give them time to…whatever.
Brooke blushed and then darted toward Tyler’s pickup.
Fisher walked back into the bar, but the tables they’d been sitting at were already cleared. Hopefully the waitress had handed her sunglasses over to the bartender.
The crowd had picked up even though the sun hadn’t gone down yet. Of course, it was Friday night in June. The weather was fine, the food fabulous, and live music would keep the place rocking into the night.
Fisher pushed her way to the bar, but Randy, the bartender, was slammed. She wasn’t in a hurry. Her friends had left, and now that she didn’t have to watch Cody kissing his babies and his wife, she didn’t really need her sunglasses. Wouldn’t need them until noon tomorrow when she’d meet her students for whitewater school orientation. Mostly college kids, eager for a summer job of adventure, they’d learn more than just how to read a current and maneuver a raft. She’d be teaching whitewater safety, wilderness camping, environmental awareness, and gourmet outdoor cooking skills.
She’d been guiding for Swift River Adventure Company for four years. She’d been an instructor for two years, but this would be her first year in charge of the school. Cody had been the one to really put himself into the instruction, but he’d be a little busy being a hands-on dad wrangling two four-month-old babies.
Since she’d start work a good three hours later than normal, Fisher figured she might go ahead and have a second beer. If she did end up feeling tipsy, there was a well-maintained bike path, and she could walk home.
“Here you go, a Strong Blonde for the strong blonde.” Randy set a glass of the local craft brew in front of her. It wasn’t her usual drink choice. She preferred a pale ale or an IPA after a long day on the river.
“I didn’t order this,” Fisher said with a smile.
“No. He did.” Randy nodded toward the guy on the end of the bar, who lifted a glass and flashed a killer set of dimples.
“Oh, okay.” Fisher felt heat creep across her cheeks. She took a sip and smiled at the stranger. He was kind of cute. No, he was very cute. Hot, actually. And he was walking toward her.
“Hi. I’m Kyle.” He offered a firm handshake. Warm, strong. Kind of tingly.
“Fisher.” She held up her glass. “Thanks for the drink.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure what to order, but then I saw you walk in and decided I was in the mood for a strong blonde.” He glanced down at her bare arms, well sculpted from her years on the river. “And then I thought I’d try the beer.”
“Well, be careful,” Fisher warned. “Strong blondes can knock you flat on your back if you’re not used to them.”
“That’s what I was hoping for.” He grinned at her, lifted his glass, and took a long sip, not taking his eyes off her.
Flirting. Something she’d given up on in recent years. Not that she’d been completely celibate since the night she’d turned Cody down. No, she’d hooked up with an old boyfriend here and there. She’d even tried dating this guy who lived over in Auburn, but he didn’t get her excited enough to keep making the twenty-mile commute.
What the hell? Kyle was good looking. His hair a little darker than Cody’s, a little longer, too, but not long enough for a ponytail or man bun. He had a nice smile. His eyes were startlingly blue, and presently focused on her chest.
“Life is good?” He was just reading her shirt. No need to get too excited. “What’s good about your life right now?”
“Besides not having to pay for beer?” Fisher took another drink to lubricate her very rusty flirting gears. “I guess getting a promotion today was pretty good.”
“Oh yeah? Congratulations.” He held his glass up in a toast and she dutifully tapped it.
“Thanks. It’s weird, though.” She took another swallow and found the glass nearly empty. “I was going to quit.”
“Really?” He flagged the bartender and held up two fingers. “Tell me about it.”
She should tell him to slow down, these beers were strong. Hence the name. But she’d felt so numb lately, she welcomed the buzzed feeling. And the novel sensation of having a guy interested in her.
“It’s complicated.” She lifted her glass again. Probably not a good idea, but neither was spilling her guts about her sad crush on her boss.
“I like complicated women.” He matched her swallow for swallow. “Especially when they look as good as you.”
She laughed, sputtering the last of her beer.
“What? Don’t tell me you don’t realize how hot you are?” His eyes filled with longing. Lust.
“It is rather warm in here.” She fanned herself. Was it the beer or the way he looked at her?
He paid for the two fresh pints and grabbed both glasses. “Why don’t we check out the deck? I think the band is about to start.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Fisher’s legs felt a little wobbly. But she also felt a sense of exhilaration. She took the beer he offered and gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile.
He held the door open for her and she scooted past him onto the deck. It was a perfect night. Warm, but with enough of a breeze that it wasn’t stuffy. The sun was just setting, painting the sky in orange, pink, and purple.
Kyle placed his hand on the small of her back and she had to admit, it felt nice. Sexy, yet comforting. He guided her to the edge of the deck, where they could set their drinks on the wide ledge.
“Wow. Beautiful.” But he wasn’t looking at the sunset or the river below them.
“How many of those have you had?” Fisher wasn’t used to the attention. She was used to being one of the guys. Used to teasing, of the brotherly love kind. “And have you eaten dinner?”
“This is my second. And yes. I’ve had my dinner.” He continued to look at her as if he hoped she was on the menu.
“Good. I mean, it’s just that these are kind of potent.”
“I don’t know about the beer, but I’m definitely feeling the effects of a certain strong blonde.”
“And what effect is that?” She tried to sound sexy, sure of herself, but she was really bad at flirting.
“I think you know.” He lowered his voice, making her insides quiver.
“Why don’t you enlighten me.” He made her nervous, but not in a creeped-out way. No, it was more how she felt when approaching a big rapid. Full of excitement, tension, anticipation. But the river was familiar, something she’d come to understand, and respect. Could she respect this man, or herself, if she took this flirtation to the next level?
“You’re beautiful.”
“Oh please.” Her cheeks heated and she glanced up at the outdoor TV where the baseball game was playing. The Giants had two on and no one out. Good, she needed a distraction. But she could hardly focus on the game. She could still feel his eyes on her.
“You a baseball fan?” The intensity in his voice eased, just enough to help her relax a little.
“Sure. You?”
“A little. I catch an Angels’ game now and again.”
“So, you’re a Southern California guy?” She turned toward him, and yeah, he was definitely one hot guy.
“Guilty.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Is that a deal-breaker for you?”
“No.” Were they negotiating here?
“So what is a deal-breaker for you?”
“Are you married? Involved with someone?”
“No. I’m not married.” His voice slid over her, as smooth as the river gliding over a flat boulder. “But I am hoping to get involved, at least for tonight.”
“Why?” She sipped her beer, hiding behind the glass. “I mean, why me?”
“You really have to ask?”
“Yeah. Because…” She sank back against the railing. She was blowing it. Big-time.
“Someone hurt you.” He reached for the hand that wasn’t holding her beer. His grip was soft, warm, and steady. “Recently, I’d say.”
“No.” She sighed, leaning her head back and letting her eyes flutter closed briefly.
“He’s an idiot. Whoever he is.” He stroked her hand gently with his thumb.
“He’s married.” She didn’t mean to let it out. Yet, it felt somewhat freeing. “And my boss.”
“Married, huh?” His eyebrow shot up. “The bastard.”
“No. It’s not like that.” Fisher tried to stand tall. “He’s totally faithful. And I’m just pathetic.”
“You don’t look pathetic to me.” He sounded sincere, like he cared or something. “In fact you look like the kind of woman who is usually ready for adventure. Why not take a chance on someone who is equally up for the challenge?”
He was still interested in her for some reason. And she was standing here telling him about her stupid crush on Cody. It was stupid. She knew it. She just didn’t know how to move past it.
So here was a guy—a hot guy—who was interested in helping her move on. Sure, he wouldn’t be around tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. But he was here. Now. And he was willing. She just had to have the courage to jump on it. To jump on him.
“Would you like to dance?”
She set her beer down, hoping he’d get the hint that she was ready to give him a chance.
“Absolutely.”
He shot her a wicked grin and took her hand. She expected him to lead her over to where others were dancing, but there was plenty of room where they stood. He placed his other hand on her waist and pulled her close. Fisher circled her arms around his neck and leaned against his shoulder. She closed her eyes, focused on the sensation of having a man hold her, hips gently swaying with the music.
His heart beat steadily against hers, and her whole body flooded with emotion. Desire. Heat. Connection.
The song ended and the band started playing a livelier tune. Fisher pulled away, but Kyle kept his hands on her hips.
“You feel so good,” he murmured. “I want to hold you a little longer.”
And she couldn’t think of one reason to argue. Sure, there were people around. Some of them probably people she knew, but she didn’t care if they were staring at them. She couldn’t let go.
“Just one question?” Fisher’s heartbeat quickened.
“Anything.” He kept his hands right where they were.
“How do you feel about the designated hitter?” Because she couldn’t ask him not to hurt her.
“I have a feeling this is important to you.” He pulled her even closer, so he could whisper in her ear. “Since my team is in the American League, I’m kind of for it. But… I can see why some people feel it interferes with the integrity of the game.”
“True.” Fisher liked the way he was humoring her. “Besides, there’s nothing better than pitchers who rake.”
“Wow. That is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.” He brushed his lips against the delicate skin behind her ear. “Can I kiss you?”
She nodded, feeling a little lightheaded.
Slowly, carefully, he lowered his mouth to hers. Just a whisper of kiss, and she sighed. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Slow, yet sweet, playing her until she opened to him.
One of his hands slid into her hair, gently stroking her long silky strands, and the other pulled her hips closer. Pressing her against him, so she could feel just how turned on he was.
Amazingly, she was even more turned on.
“Wow.” She finally came up for air. “That was…just…wow.”
“Yes, you are pretty spectacular.” Kyle’s eyes blazed with desire.
“There’s just one problem.” Fisher had to regain some control. “I don’t think I should drive.”
A wicked smile spread across his lips, lips that were slightly swollen from their kiss. “You think you can walk? My RV is just on the other side of the parking lot.”
“Yeah. That sounds good.” Fisher reached for her glass and downed the rest of it. She shouldn’t feel this drunk. And she wasn’t. Not really. Just tipsy enough that she could let herself be seduced by a handsome stranger. But not so much that she would regret it in the morning.
She wanted this. No. She needed this. She needed to forget about Cody, even if it was only for one night.
* * * *
Steady. Kyle led the hot blonde—no, the strong blonde—across the parking lot to his RV. She was intoxicating, that’s for sure. He knew better than to mix business with pleasure, but as he was perusing the beer menu, he’d looked up and there she was.
Tall, not quite six feet, and strong. She looked like she worked out, but not with a personal trainer. No, she was one of those outdoorsy-type girls. She could be a triathlete or something. Tan and blond, but not like the women he knew in Southern California. This one was all-natural. She didn’t wear so much as mascara. No, the closest thing to makeup she wore was lip balm, the kind with SPF to protect her luscious lips from the sun.
She had an air about her that said she was comfortable here. Comfortable in her skin. She’d given the bartender a friendly smile, not the kind designed to flirt or get served more quickly. She kind of stood there, content to just wait her turn, and maybe look around a bit. But she wasn’t on the prowl. Something else that made her stand out.
“It’s nothing fancy.” He pulled out his keys when they reached the RV, suddenly a little nervous. “But the bed is big enough for two.”
“Sure. No big deal.” She sounded nervous, too. “I have to tell you: I don’t do this kind of thing. Like, ever.”
“If you change your mind, that’s okay.” He didn’t want to pressure her. “The dining table converts into an extra bed. I can sleep there.”
“Huh? Why would you sleep on the dining table?”
“Well, you said you shouldn’t drive, and if you’ve changed your mind, you can have the comfortable bed.” He was sounding like someone who didn’t do this sort of thing very often. Or, like, ever.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind.” She tucked a strand of sun-kissed blond hair behind her ear. “It’s just that… I’m not a virgin or anything, but it’s been a really long time, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t disappoint me.” He cupped her cheek, looked into her bright yet somewhat distant blue eyes. “You’ve already made my night. Anything from here on out is just a bonus.”
She blinked; her eyes sparkled a little too much. No, he couldn’t have her cry. That would make her just a little too vulnerable.
“Kyle?” She tilted her head just slightly, a smile warming on her lips. “Are we going to go inside, or what?”
“Yeah.” He fumbled with the keys and finally got the door unlocked. He was off his game somehow. Maybe he should mention that this RV had once belonged to… No, he had a feeling she wouldn’t give a damn about the movie star who had owned it. And now that he thought about it, it was kind of weird that he seduced women by bringing them to an RV that had been owned by a celebrity, especially when he knew at least half of them were picturing making love to that movie star and not him.
But there was still a chance that Fisher would be thinking about her married boss. He’d have to make sure that didn’t happen. Not tonight.
“Do you live here, or is this a vacation thing?” Fisher stepped inside, and he could tell she was impressed by the luxuriousness of the camper. He’d been in fancier, but the wood floors, maple cabinets, flat-screen TV, and mosaic tile backsplash were a far cry from the Formica table tops and indoor/outdoor carpeting of the old-school travel trailers he’d seen growing up. And lived in for a short time.
“I’m just passing through.” He didn’t want to go into too much detail about why he was here in Prospector Springs. Basically, he was a spy. But not of the James Bond variety. His company had sent him here to get a feel for a small business they were interested in buying. “Taking some time to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.”
“Well, this is as good a place as any to find yourself.” She surveyed the interior and her gaze traveled toward the back of the RV, where the queen-size bed was.
“Can I get you anything? Another beer?” Not that he wanted to delay things, but he wanted to make her more comfortable.
“Some water?” She smoothed the hem of her short denim skirt down her strong, sexy thighs.
“Good idea.” He pulled two bottles of water from the fridge, opened one, and handed it to her before opening his own.
He watched her down half the bottle, impressed by her toned arms, her sexy shoulders. “You’re like a cougar.”
“Wait. How old are you?” Her eyes grew wide and she set the water on the counter.
“Not that kind of cougar.” He laughed. “I mean, that’s what it is about you. You’re like a mountain lion. Strong. Sleek. Powerful.”
“Are you worried I’m going to maul you?” She bit her lower lip and it was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“I can only hope.” He moved toward her, placing his hands on her impressive shoulders. “You could tear me limb from limb, but I have a feeling it will be worth it.”
“Kiss me.” She looked up at him with a fierce hunger in her eyes.
He brushed his lips against hers. For some reason, he felt like he had to be gentle with her. Not move too fast. But she forced her tongue into his mouth. And she devoured him. Her lips were every bit as strong as the rest of her. He reached up to gently touch her face, but she grabbed his ass, pressing him against her. Against the one part of her body that would be soft.
Her leg snaked up around his thigh, and her skirt inched up as she rubbed up against him. He dropped his hand to her rear, under her skirt, expecting to find a bare cheek. But instead of a thong, she wore thin cotton panties. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but boy, was he wrong.
He slipped his finger beneath the elastic, finding her soft, warm center. She groaned in pleasure. Oh how he wanted to make her cry out in ecstasy, but the angle wasn’t quite right. He stepped back enough to slide her panties down her hips, down her legs, until she stepped out of them completely.
Then he moved his hands back up her legs and shoved her skirt out of the way.
She was a natural blonde. He placed a gentle kiss on the golden curls at the apex of her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips and he was tempted to deepen the kiss, but she was leaning against the counter. He wanted to give her the royal treatment. “The bed is this way.” He growled as he tugged her toward the back of the trailer.
“You have condoms?” Her plea was desperate, and he was so glad he could produce them for her.
“Come.” He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “And then I’m going to make you come and come and—”
She stuck her tongue down his throat and by some miracle he was able to carry her the ten steps or so to the bed. He laid her on the mattress and dropped to his knees. He needed to taste her like he needed to breathe.
Spreading her thighs apart, he lowered his head and buried himself in her blond curls. He slid his tongue into her silky sweetness. God, she was so wet. So delicious. He devoured her, coaxing her toward a climax.
“Kyle! Oh my God, please…” A guttural moan cut off the rest of her words.
“Please stop?” He was 99 percent sure she meant the opposite, so he gave her one more slow slide of his tongue.
“No.” She panted, lifting her hips, pressing against his mouth, showing him that she wanted him to continue. “Wait. Oh, God. Kyle.”
She shuddered.
“I want you inside me.” She lifted her head; her eyes were glossy, shimmering with passion, not sadness. “Please. Now.”
“Well, since you said ‘please.’” He tore off his shirt and shoved his pants and boxer briefs out of the way. He took two steps toward the side table where he kept a supply of condoms and grabbed a package, tore it open, and sheathed himself in record time.
“You are so beautiful.” He unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her hips; then he moved her tank top out of the way and reached for her bra, but her nipples showed through the thin white cotton of her bra. “Oh God.”
He sucked her breast through the simple garment.
“I know, they’re a little on the small side.” Vulnerability sounded in her voice, making him want to do everything he could to make this a night she’d never forget.
“No. They’re perfect.” He pulled down the soft cup, and took her damp nipple into his mouth. “You’re perfect.”
He suckled her breast, scraping his teeth ever so gently against the pebbled flesh. “Fisher…”
He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. She was absolutely gorgeous, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes glazed over with passion, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He needed to be inside her. He needed to possess her. To please her. He slid his hand between her thighs, stroking her sweetly, bringing her closer, closer to the edge. When her breathing quickened and she lifted her hips, he positioned himself over her.
“Open your eyes,” he insisted. “I want to see you when I enter you.”
“Kyle.” She looked up at him. Their eyes locked in a blaze of passion that was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced before.
Then he thrust, gently at first, watching her eyes widen in pleasure. She welcomed him, lifting her hips, taking him deeper.
He closed his eyes. Couldn’t handle the intense emotions he saw in her eyes. Wonder. Passion. Complete surrender.
He couldn’t handle it, because her eyes mirrored his own feelings.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, clenched her inner muscles, and cried out his name as she succumbed to another orgasm.
His was more powerful than anything he’d ever felt.