"No? You hopped over my fence on Saturday. You parked outside my place on Sunday thanks for the tip, Stephan and today you planted yourself in the diner across the street, watching my every move. Sorry, sweetheart, but that's stalking.""I wasn't watching your every move.""Correction," he countered, "you couldn't see inside the diner, but every time I stepped out, I felt your eyes burning into me.""I only came out once," I mumbled, crossing my arms and pouting at the building behind him. A beat later, I winced. Stupid! How would I know he only came out once if I hadn't been watching him? Way to blow your cover, Ria.He smirked. "Stalker."I shot him a sidelong glance. Hands shoved casually in his pockets, he wore an expression of infinite patience, as if he could wait all day for my confession.Taking a deep breath, I ruffled my hair, frustrated heat rising to my cheeks. "Okay, okay. Fine. Maybe I was... stalking you a little."A triumphant grin split his face. "See? Admitting it wa
Adriana's povI checked my watch again. 6:30 on the dot. Here I was, outside the Broken Antler, wiping sweaty palms on my jeans. Hopefully, I wasn't overdressed for an interview, but considering the dive Viktor had picked, my usual office attire wouldn't have flown. Instead, I went with dark wash jeans, a cute T-shirt, and some chunky jewelry to spice things up.Clothes weren't everything, but looking good always gave you a confidence boost, and that's exactly what I needed right now. Bars especially ones that looked like this weren't exactly my scene, especially not solo. The outside wasn't exactly inspiring: faded paint, cracked cement, a burnt-out sign. It somehow fit Viktor personality – rough around the edges.The guy was a jerk, loved to needle me. How I was going to survive an interview without throttling him was beyond me. But hey, there was a hefty sum of money already deposited in my account, with the promise of more to come. Thanks to Aldrich and his mysterious client, G
"Yeah. My mother's kind of a free spirit, a hippie type. Fantasy writing phase when I was born, so Adriana it was."Viktor's surprise softened into a genuine smile. "I like it."My blink betrayed my shock. "Well, good, I guess." A laugh bubbled up as a thought struck. "Thankful Mom wasn't in her sewing and quilting stage. Bobbin or Thimble? Can you imagine?"His rich chuckle washed over me, warm and disarming. His scowl seemed to melt away. I felt the tension drain from my shoulders as I looked across the table. This was the man Beth and Ruth had gushed about the charming heartthrob setting Stump River ablaze. Twinkling eyes, a dazzling grin against his scruffy beard - enough to melt glaciers, and apparently, my composure. My heart did a little tap dance, and my mouth felt suddenly parched.Thankfully, Lucy reappeared with cutlery and water. As she took their orders, I stole a moment to gather myself. Viktor might be a looker, but arrogance wasn't a good look on anyone. Ego in check
I pushed off the wall and sauntered over to Adriana, who sat waiting for me."Lucy was keeping you company, I see.""Uh-huh. Filling you in on all your dirty little secrets."I stiffened, suddenly wary. "Such as...?"Ria looked at me strangely. "Relax, it's just a figure of speech."Mentally kicking myself, I forced myself to relax and tried to cover my mistake. "Yeah, you never know with Lucy.""Relax, really. She was actually complimentary. Apparently you and your friend Stephan saved her and another girl from some bikers."Leaning back in my chair, relief washed over me. Of course Lucy didn't know any of my secrets; she wasn't even aware I had them. This whole damn situation just had me on edge. I gave Ria an easy smile, keeping my eyelids lowered to shield my inner turmoil, and raised a hand towards the bar. Armand, the bartender, caught my request for another beer without fail. It always amazed me how he could pick up on the smallest gesture when it came to drinks, yet turn a bl
I waited for Viktor's decision, feeling stuck in interview limbo. Itching to push, I knew I had to be patient. Otherwise, he'd reject me, just to show me who's boss.My days were a lazy routine. I slept in, drove to town, and spent mornings at the Gazette, where Josh and Beth kindly let me use their internet. The phone line at the cabin was still a dream, and I suspected the company just didn't want the hassle of a one-time trip to Stump River. But hey, at least Aldrich couldn't reach me.The call to the lawyer was my daily dread. Around noon, I'd leave the Gazette's office and take a walk around Stump River (which wasn't long, but it helped pass the time). Then, I'd head to the diner to make the dreaded call.The calls were all the same. He'd ask for updates, I'd say I was waiting, he'd make a condescending remark, and that would be it. Barely five minutes, but it felt like an eternity, leaving me drained.Thankfully, I had coffee and conversation with Ruth, Al, and Lucy to look forw
"Alright, I'll whip up a list of questions and get it to you by tomorrow. Will a day be enough to look them over and prepare some answers?""That should work. If not, I'll let you know." He seemed to loosen up a bit. "Great. Now that that's settled, how about a grand tour?"Glad to feel the tension dissipate, even if its origin remained a mystery, I agreed. When I struggled to rise, Viktor chuckled and offered his arm, pulling me to my feet.The heat radiating from his hand burned through my thin sweater, and I imagined a lingering mark where his skin touched mine. I stole a glance at his face, but he was already releasing his grip and heading towards the door. I hurried after him."The roof was first on our agenda," he explained over his shoulder as we walked, "followed by a complete rewiring by an electrician. The plumbing's been redone in the kitchen, my downstairs bathroom, and one upstairs bathroom, but the laundry room's still on hold." He pointed towards the back of the house.
Two figures materialized from the back hallway, dripping wet and clad in nothing more than skimpy shorts. My jaw practically hit the floor. They were both undeniably gorgeous tall, lean, and with muscles that rippled as they moved. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the way water cascaded down their bare chests, highlighting their sculpted abs. Some droplets disappeared into their navels, while others trickled lower, disappearing beneath the waistband of their clinging shorts.Suddenly, a wave of heat flooded my face. I hoped they hadn't noticed where my gaze had been wondering. Unfortunately, the smirks playing on their lips told a different story. Both men looked to be around twenty, with blond or light brown hair that plastered itself to their heads, making it impossible to discern the exact shade. They seemed to be about the same height, though the one with hazel eyes carried himself with a certain presence that made him appear larger.He was the first to approach, extendi
Rain lashed against the windows, the storm showing no signs of letting up. I glanced at my watch – it was nearly four. "Probably won't stop until morning," I sighed. "By the time it clears, it'll be dark and too late to do anything."A whimper escaped my lips as I opened my eyes, meeting Viktor gaze with resignation. "If I remember correctly from the house tour," I began, "you don't have any spare rooms, do you?""Technically, there are tons," he chuckled, "but as you saw, they're sealed off. Leaky windows and no furniture, not exactly ideal." He winked. "Don't worry, you could always crash with me."My jaw dropped in indignation. "If you think for one second ""Hey, just teasing!" he interrupted with a cheeky grin. "The couch is actually pretty comfy. And hey, if you change your mind, my room's next door."Viktor's bedroom the one down the hall with its own bathroom and office access didn't exactly sound comforting. The other two men slept upstairs, leaving me alone on this giant cou