Wild With You: A Light My Fire Novel

  Wild With You

  A Light My Fire Novel

  J.H. Croix

  Contents

  1. Madison

  2. Graham

  3. Madison

  4. Graham

  5. Graham

  6. Madison

  7. Graham

  8. Graham

  9. Graham

  10. Madison

  11. Graham

  12. Graham

  13. Madison

  14. Madison

  15. Graham

  16. Madison

  17. Graham

  18. Madison

  19. Madison

  20. Graham

  21. Madison

  22. Madison

  23. Graham

  24. Madison

  25. Graham

  26. Madison

  27. Graham

  28. Madison

  29. Graham

  30. Madison

  31. Graham

  32. Madison

  Epilogue

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  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Madison

  My corgi let out a sharp bark.

  “What is it, Wilbur?”

  My dog stared up at me, his dark brown eyes glinting with joy. He let out a softer woof before plunking his chunky little bottom on the ground by my feet. I looked ahead, and my breath caught in my throat. Mountains, trees, and a glittering lake stretched out in the view ahead.

  “We’re in Alaska,” I whispered to Wilbur, almost reverently. I’d read things about beauty eliciting awe, but I’d never experienced it on a bone-deep level until now.

  I’d driven away from Houston, Texas, a week and a half prior. I was definitely a city girl, but that was about to change in a major way. My life had blown up, and I needed somewhere to go. When I found out my grandfather, who’d passed away a full two years ago, had left me his hunting lodge in Alaska, I took it as a sign from the universe.

  Actually, I might have taken that sign with a touch of annoyance. Less than a year ago, I’d loved my job as an actuary in my father’s investment business. Some people thought numbers were boring, but I loved them. The simple, straightforward manner of numbers soothed the restless anxiety that had been churning inside me for as long as I could remember.

  It didn’t matter that I loved my job. It all went up in smoke when he got nailed for fraud. The good lifestyle I’d been accustomed to had been whisked away like a piece of tissue in the wind. My mother wasn’t speaking to me because, apparently, she actually had the expectation I would cook the books on my father’s behalf and somehow clean up the mess he’d created.

  Whatever. I wasn’t willing to do that, but at least I had somewhere to go.

  While I’d driven through Canada to Alaska, I’d experienced wonderment at the raw and almost fierce beauty of the landscape with a glacial river glittering an otherworldly blue and snow blinding white in the sunshine on the mountain peaks. Some days, I saw few other vehicles.

  I’d crossed the border from Canada only an hour ago. We were officially in Alaska. I pulled out my phone, eyeing that single bar of reception. When I tapped the screen open to check the map, I let out a breath of relief when it worked.

  “Dammit,” I muttered. I still had over seven hours to go to get to Willow Brook, Alaska.

  Texas prided itself on being a big state, but it seemed small in comparison to Alaska. I imagined people here laughed at Texan slogans. The distance wasn’t going to stop me. I had driven this far in my not-so-reliable car with only Wilbur, my very loyal dog, for company. He’d been practically vibrating with excitement this entire trip. He’d known our neighborhood in Houston by heart, so this was a true adventure for him.

  “Come on, Wilbur,” I said. “Let’s keep on going.”

  A while later, I pulled off at a viewing spot on the highway. This one appeared to be official, but honestly, the entire highway could be considered a viewing spot. I let Wilbur take a bathroom break and thoroughly sniff the area before climbing back into my car. I started up my hatchback, relieved when the engine turned over. Only last year, I’d had a brand-new Mercedes Benz. I’d loved that car. It had hurt to let it go.

  When my father’s company and all of his personal funds were frozen, and I lost my job as a result, it was only after a few months of no payments that the bank had wisely pointed out I’d be better off trading it in for something much more affordable. I could get a job, I knew I could, but the stain of my father’s fraud was clinging to me in Houston. I needed a fresh start and hoped Alaska would give it to me.

  I still had no idea about finding work here, but I kept telling myself I could find something online. I pulled back out on the highway after watching a caravan of recreational vehicles pass by. These large RVs seemed to travel in clusters. Seeing them helped me feel not so alone. I wouldn’t exactly call it traffic, but people were definitely making their way along this otherwise sparsely traveled highway through the middle of nowhere.

  By the time I saw the gas station, just a gas station and nothing else, I had started to get worried as the needle for my gas tank crept closer and closer to the empty mark. There wasn’t a soul here, but a sign on the door gave instructions on using the automated gas pumps and an arrow pointed at the restrooms behind the gas station.

  I filled my car up and decided it was a good time to take Wilbur for his evening break and get him some food before we hit the road again. I was a little worried about where to stay. I’d made reservations at a hotel, but the sun was already slipping down the sky. I didn’t want to be driving alone in the darkness out here.

  “Come on, Wilbur,” I called as I opened the door.

  I never had to use a leash with him. He always came when he was called. He leaped out of the car, trotting his sturdy little body over to the faded and crushed grass in a field beside us. There were bleached fuchsia petals scattered on the ground. I could only imagine that whenever those flowers were in bloom, whatever they were, it was stunning.

  Wilbur didn’t pay much attention to the petals other than to mark them several times as he trotted around. We turned to walk back toward my car when I heard a snorting sound. Glancing in the direction of the snort, I saw a moose at the edge of the field. The large brown animal eyed me suspiciously, its antlers dark against the backdrop of the watercol
or sunset. The sky was a swirl of tangerine, gold, and red. If my pulse hadn’t been pounding out of control, I might’ve appreciated the beauty of the moment.

  Wilbur let out a sharp bark and then took off as fast as his little legs could carry him toward the moose.

  “Wilbur! No!” I started to chase after him, but a man’s voice came from behind me.

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  Turning back, I saw that a truck was now parked beside my car. The man gestured toward the moose. “Moose aren’t predatory, but it’s close to mating season. Get over here. You’ve got enough time.”

  He was kind of bossy, and I felt a prickle of annoyance.

  “But—” I sputtered.

  “Listen, lady, I can’t help you if we both get trampled.”

  While Wilbur ran in a mad dash toward the moose, I hurried over to the man. In a flash, he’d caught me by the elbow and tugged me between his truck and my vehicle.

  “Your dog will be fine. He’s pretty quick on his feet,” he offered with a chuckle.

  Turning, I watched Wilbur do what I called his spinning move. As he dashed toward the moose, he flipped low on the ground and reversed directions. He was acrobatic and lightning fast.

  The man had opened his truck and all I got was a glimpse of rumpled brown curls before he reappeared with a gun. I gasped, but he ignored me and stepped past me, walking a short distance beyond the back of his truck. “Stay there,” he ordered before simply lifting the gun and firing toward a grassy rise nearby.

  At the sound, the moose looked our way. After a moment, the animal turned and trotted off. Still panicky inside, I looked around wildly for Wilbur only to discover he was already on his way back to me. His tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth as he ran, sheer joy radiating from him. His brown, black, and white body was vibrating when he stopped at my feet and sat. The man did something with the gun and then rounded to the other side of his truck to put it away.

  I knelt, pulling Wilbur into my arms. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay,” I murmured. He was more than okay, wiggling like crazy and clearly of the mind that he had vanquished the giant moose all on his own.

  “I’m glad you’re both okay,” the man said as I straightened and he reappeared between the vehicles.

  I finally got my first good look at him. Holy smokes. Every cell in my body clambered up and shook itself off as if coming out of hibernation.

  Alaska seemed to do everything in spades, and this man was an outsized, overblown version of masculinity. His rumpled brown curls were paired with starlight blue eyes, almost too bright for words. He had bold features with cheekbones sculpted sharply and a blade of a nose on the large size. All of him was on the large size, so it didn’t even stand out. There was a little crook in it, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever broken it. My eyes continued their exploration, noting the strong line of his jaw with a dimple at the chin and full sensual lips.

  Because my eyes were greedy, they just kept on going, taking in the way his broad shoulders filled out his navy-blue Henley shirt. Although it was late summer and downright chilly this afternoon, his skin was bronzed in the vee where the shirt fell open at the top. I didn’t doubt he was muscled all over with the way he filled out his clothes. His faded denim jeans were buttery soft and hugged his muscled thighs. My eyes landed on a pair of well-worn leather boots before he cleared his throat.

  My eyes whipped up, colliding with his stunning blues. My breath caught in my throat, and I could hear the thundering beat of my pulse racing through my body.

  “Hi, I’m Madison Glen.” I thrust my hand out abruptly.

  The man blinked, and I noticed he had thick curly eyelashes. Good grief. This was almost too much. His lips twitched at the corners before one side lifted in a bemused grin, which sent my belly into several spinning flips. He reached out, almost lazily, and his big hand gripped mine and gave it a strong shake. His touch was warm and firm, and I could feel the calloused surface of his fingertips as he drew his touch away.

  A handshake. A mere handshake, and I was seriously hot and bothered. Just now, I suddenly realized I’d never experienced feeling hot and bothered. Not that I had any doubts about the broken engagement I’d left back in Texas, but wow, what a relief that was over. I hadn’t even known what I was missing. All I’d done was shake this man’s hand, and heat had pervaded every corner of my body.

  “Graham, Graham Holden. I take it you’re not from around here.”

  I was not the kind of girl who got flustered. I swear, I was not. Aside from this being my first experience with hot and bothered, I was now officially flustered. I took a breath, albeit a shallow, fairly useless one that did absolutely nothing to slow the gallop of my pulse. “No, I’m not from here. I’m from Texas. This is Wilbur,” I offered, gesturing down to my dog, who cheerfully smiled up at both of us.

  If I thought things were bad already, then Graham knelt to give Wilbur a proper greeting. “Hey there, Wilbur.”

  Graham stroked over his head, and Wilbur was overjoyed, wagging his little tail and rubbing his head on Graham’s knees. Meanwhile, my own knees were wobbly, and I thought I might legit swoon.

  Chapter Two

  Graham

  I was honestly relieved to pet Wilbur. I needed some kind of distraction. Madison, this woman who seemed to have been dropped from the sky into Alaska, had a straight line to my libido. And, frankly, my libido was like a car left in the garage for over a decade. This engine hadn’t turned over in a while, and now it was revving like mad.

  I had some manners, though, so after greeting her ecstatically friendly dog, I straightened. “Nice to meet you and Wilbur. Moose can be cranky, especially this time of year. Might wanna be careful.”

  Madison blinked at me. That was a relief too, if only for a second. Her eyes were startlingly beautiful—a rich, clear green. A second passed when her lashes lifted again. She was so out of place here, I wasn’t sure what to think. I knew the best thing for me was to let this be nothing more than this—a passing interaction at a gas station.

  “Okay,” she finally said.

  Being near her had derailed my thoughts, and I’d actually forgotten what I said. The look on my face must’ve given it away because she added, “I’ll be careful about moose if I see any again.”

  The next thing I knew, I was asking a question. I didn’t need to be asking this woman questions. “Are you taking a trip by yourself?”

  She blinked at me again, her eyes guarded. “Yeah,” she said.

  I knew her nonchalance was feigned, but this really was none of my business. She had glossy dark brown hair, twisted into something resembling a bun with a pen stuck through it on top of her head. She was about medium height with plenty of curves. I didn’t want to admit it, but my eyes lingered on the way her T-shirt stretched across her breasts and the way her hips filled out her jeans.

  Madison shivered and tugged her jacket closed in front as she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “Well, thanks for helping me. I’ll just be on my way.”

  “Sure thing. Wilbur was probably more help than me. Take care and safe travels,” I managed as I stepped back.

  She let Wilbur into the passenger seat and climbed into her car. I watched as they drove away. I’d already filled my truck with gas, but I crossed the parking area and went to the back of the building to use the restroom. I could be a man and just take a piss in the field, but it was completely visible from the road, and I didn’t want to be that kind of an asshole.

  Only minutes later, I was back on the highway, heading to Willow Brook. Much as I wanted not to think about Madison Glen, my brain was mulling over that encounter. She didn’t fit the profile for someone traveling alone in Alaska. I didn’t know what she was doing, but I was more curious than I should be about her.

  The sunset was showy tonight, leaving a last burst of orange and red and gold behind the mountains as the sun slipped out of view. I wondered if my daughter, Allie, was driving my parents crazy toni
ght. Probably not. Most of the time, she was a good kid, and she usually only got cranky with me.

  A chuckle rustled in my throat. My daughter was a spitfire. She was two years into being a teenager, and I knew the next four years weren’t going to be particularly easy. I loved her to pieces, though, and I’d do anything for her. She was staying with my parents for the weekend. If I pushed it on the drive, I could get home tonight, but by that point, she’d be sound asleep. I decided I might as well stop at a hotel.

  My options were limited. When I saw the lights of a lodge glittering in the distance, I made the call to see if they had any rooms left. If this was at the height of summer, during the crush of tourist season, I wouldn’t have any luck. But I could probably snag a room tonight.

  I’d taken a trip up north to do some training. I’d just taken a job as the superintendent for an expansion hotshot firefighter crew in the Willow Brook area. I had some equipment to pick up in Fairbanks, and it was more affordable for me to make the drive than to fly and sort out shipping.

  Not much later, after a friendly elderly couple assured me they had several rooms available, I was walking down the hallway to my room when I felt a prickle on the back of my neck. Reflexively, I glanced over my shoulder to see none other than Madison Glen walking down the hall.