Reel Trouble: Wild Women of Alaska Read Free

how big my balls are. But I’d measure them against yours any day of the week. Might want to do some research before you decide to take me on. Now get back to work.”
    She watched him struggle, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Part of her relished the prospect of him making a move, the other wished he’d just do what she said. She’d studied his file, and he was a good officer, if a bit hot-headed. There was a lot to admire about him on paper. In person, she found him lacking.
    Morehouse made a decision and turned around to leave. He came up sharp when all the officers in the outer office were caught staring at them through her office windows. Their voices had probably been loud enough to travel through the thin glass too. Regardless, the place was full of police officers. They could read the body language.
    “Nothing to see here,” Sergeant Morehouse barked as he opened the door. The office was suddenly busy with phone calls, paper rustling, and the clickety-clack of keyboards.
    Seana watched for a minute before turning back to her desk. How long would it take the other officers to accept her? She had no connections to Dutch Harbor—Unalaska, damn, she had to get that down—and this tight-knit community didn’t want her here. They wanted one of their own as Deputy Chief.
    They wanted Aaron Morehouse.
    Somehow she had to change their minds. No way could she return to Fairbanks a failure.

    Treat laid on the cot, fingers locked behind his head and ankles crossed, looking up at the ceiling. He was dog-tired, but he couldn’t sleep without his bed rocking under him. It was good to be in port as he needed supplies, and there was only so much of the Bering Sea he could take before her bad mood made his sour. Besides, it was good to feel the earth under his feet, talk to more people than just his crew, and eat a medium-rare steak. But what he needed in the worst way was to lose himself in the warmth of a woman’s body. If he wasn’t released from this cell, that wouldn’t be happening any time soon.
    Too bad Naomi and Anya had to get possessive. His number one rule was ‘no attachments’. Keep it light-hearted and fun for all. Being tied to him was no life for a woman. He was at sea more than in port, as the sea was his first and probably his only love. The way she cradled him in her gulley, tossed him with her waves, bathed him with her bounty and teased him into cursing her name was more than any woman out there could compete with.
    Keys jangled in the lock. Treat raised his head and found the delicious Deputy Chief springing open his cage.
    “Come on, you’re being released.” Her prim and proper voice had him snapping to a sitting position.
    “Why?” What if he didn’t want to be released?
    “What do you mean ‘why’?” She frowned, which made her look adorably grumpy.
    “Why am I being released?” He slowly got to his feet and sauntered her direction. “I’m guilty. I realized, lying here, that you were right. I should be punished.” And I’d like you to do the punishing.
    “Stop.” She held up her hand to add emphasis. “I’m not the kind of woman who falls for your kind of bullshit.”
    “I got that impression loud and clear.” He rubbed his wrists where her cuffs had bitten into him. Her eyes followed his movements and her frown deepened. “Why don’t you let me buy you dinner? I think we got off on the wrong foot today. There’s much more to me than you’ve seen so far.”
    “So I’ve been told,” she muttered.
    He quirked a smile. “Who came to my defense? Mina? You know she was sweet on me back in high school. We did make an impressive senior prom couple. The Mayor? He owes me for that last game of poker. No? Ah, it was Morehouse, wasn’t it?” He didn’t need confirmation as the flash in her eyes spoke loud enough. “I bet he was an ass about it too. Don’t pay him any mind. His nose is bent out of joint, what with you getting the job he thought was his. Give