Free Outfoxed by Love (Kodiak Point Book 2) by Eve Langlais

important thing at hand. “Get your fucking ass down from there, woman. What are you, stupid?”
    “I’ll come when I’m ready.”
    Or when he pleasured her. Bad thought. He averted his gaze from the source of the naughty ideas. “Get down here before I paddle your dumb,” —yet so utterly sweet—“ass.”
    “Don’t call me names, Boris Sobolev.”
    Down she hopped into his arms , which he thrust out at the last moment, snagging her. Her tucked towel still clung to her body but did little to hide her curves. He ignored her delectable frame in favor of his irritation. “I’ll call you whatever I like when you act rashly. Again.”
    “I was following my nose.”
    “Right into trouble.”
    “There’s no one up there.”
    “Now. What if he’d still been hiding in the attic? He could have killed you. Or grabbed you as hostage.” Or touched the bare skin exposed by her flimsy towel.
    “Well, he wasn’t. However, I did learn an interesting fact. The attics for these townhouses are all interconnected. He probably went in through the end unit that’s for sale and then counted hatches before paying mine a visit. A better question is why? What was he hoping to accomplish? I’m more annoyed than afraid.”
    Funny, because Boris was feeling quite the opposite. Gene had set out to rattle him and to show him how easily he could get to Jan. How the bear had figured out she was his weak spot, Boris didn’t know, but he did understand all too well the art of mind warfare. Thus far, Gene was winning.
    “ Pack a bag.”
    “What for?”
    “Because you’re not staying here.” The townhouse wasn’t secure.
    “I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Yes, you are, before Gene comes back.”
    “Don’t be silly. This Gene guy hasn’t done anything to hurt me.”
    “Yet. You might not be so lucky next time.”
    “ And exactly where do you expect me to go?”
    “My place.”
    She blinked at him. “Say that again?”
    “I said you can come stay at my place.”
    The sweet tinkl ing sound of her laughter surrounded him. “Oh, Boris. You are so funny. As if I’m going to move in with you.”
    “ I see nothing amusing about it.”
    Her lips curved into a smile. “You know, if you want us to live together, and share a bed, you just need to say so.”
    Wake up to her gorgeous face each morning? Her body cradled into his? Her scream of fright as, in his nightmare, he held a gun to her head and tried to kill her? “I am not asking you to marry me. I’m offering my home as a haven to keep you safe.”
    Like a cloud passing in front of the sun, her brilliant smile disappeared. “ Perish the thought of us hooking up. Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I’ll take my chances here.”
    “But the attic— ”
    “Can be nailed shut. I sleep with a gun under my pillow. I’ll make sure I have one by the tub when I bathe,” — oh god, her naked with a weapon! — “and if Gene shows up, I’ll give your regards before I shoot him dead. Unless he’s really cute and means what he says. Then maybe I’ll run away with him and we can start a new life.”
    He couldn’t help his roar. Yes, moose could roar if agitated enough, and by damn did Jan ever manage to do that with ease. “You will stop with your jokes. This is not funny, Jan. You are leaving with me.”
    “No. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed. This wet towel is getting mighty uncomfortable.”
    And then she did it. The one thing guaranteed to addle what wits remained to him. She dropped the towel. Bared it all. Turned away from him, presenting her bare backside so she could thumb through her rack of clothes.
    A man could only take so much.
    He could also take what was right before him.
    With her hair bound up in a towel, he had no problem rubbing the rasp of his chin against the tender skin of her neck as his hands gripped her around the slim indent of her waist. He ground his groin, the fabric of his jeans an irritating barrier , against the rounded