Move over bears, and moose, there’s a new rack in town.
Damn it, a man had his pride and a caribou a certain majestic presence, all of which could wind up ruined if he abased himself to play a simple-minded reindeer in the town’s Christmas parade.
No way was he wearing damned tinsel in his antlers.
Like hell was he sporting a red nose and pulling a sleigh.
But he changes his mind when he meets the woman in charge of the event.
Single mom, Crystal, is doing her best to offer her daughter the best Christmas ever. It’s their first in Kodiak Point, and she’s not about to let some vain jerk ruin it for her little girl. If playing dirty is what it takes…then bring on the Christmas games.
As Crystal and Kyle butt heads—and lips—they discover more than goodwill this holiday season. They’re gifted with a second chance at love.
Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.
- #1 – Kodiak’s Claim
- #2 – Outfoxed By Love
- #3 – Polar Bared
- #4 – Caribou’s Gift (A Holiday Novella)
- #5 – Wolf’s Capture
- #6 – Grizzly Love
Mission #743: Have Gigi repeat laughter as often as possible.
Given his newest mission, he had an excuse as to why he was lugging a giant panda bear when he came across Crystal, trying to disentangle herself from the vise-like grip of some guy. Say it like it is, a dead fucking asshole if he doesn’t get his hands off my woman.
He glared. It had no effect. Then again, nothing screamed I’m-a-tough-guy-who-is-going-to-kick-your-ass-if-you-don’t-step-away-from-the-cougar than a big, fluffy stuffed animal. No wonder the guy laughed when Kyle growled, “Be a smart doggy and walk away from the woman.” Mine.
“Is a guy with a giant teddy bear really trying to threaten me?” Said with utmost disdain and totally unacceptable.
Shaking with fear, Gigi huddled beside the panda Kyle set down. She raised big eyes his way, and he didn’t need her softly lisped, “That’s Malcolm,” to guess the jerk’s identity.
Early Christmas present for me. I knew I was a good boy this year. “Threat? I didn’t hear a threat. I heard a promise. And this is your last warning. Remove your hands from Crystal or else.”
“Or else what, tough guy?”
About to show him what, Kyle had to force his arm to stay at his side as Crystal shook Malcolm’s hand free and stepped between them.
A pair of pleading eyes met his. “Kyle, would you please take my daughter and go somewhere while I deal with this?”
As if he’d walk away.
This man is a threat.
Not just to Crystal but to his overall missions in regards to Gigi and Crystal. He’d made promises, and he intended to keep them, not to mention his new knightly reputation required upkeep. Yes, he’d admit, just not aloud, that the idea of being someone’s hero appealed. I would totally rock a leather hero outfit.
“I’m not leaving,” he stated, but he did need Crystal out of the way. Since he doubted she’d move her sweet ass to give him a direct line of sight, he did the most expedient thing. He snaked an arm around her waist and gave a contented grumble when she squealed very feminine-like, and he inwardly exulted at the fact he’d touched her. As suspected, she felt just right.
He set her to his side where she clamped her lips and eyed him with a touch of ire. Gigi threw her arms around her mother, her fright obvious. Crystal ducked down to gather Gigi against her.
My little sweetie scared? No way. Not happening. He’d initially planned to tell Crystal to take Gigi somewhere else while he spoke to Malcolm. That changed at her shaking little frame. Someone needed to see that her knight wouldn’t let the mean dragon threaten her anymore.
Kyle dropped his gaze to meet the little girl’s and asked, “Nose, gut, or jaw?”
Startled, it took Gigi a moment to reply softly. “Nose.”
“Nice choice,” he replied.
He spun and jabbed so quickly the moron didn’t have time to react. Which really was surprising given his wolf genes, which Kyle smelled as soon as he got close.
Pretty packaging with nothing to back it up. As cartilage crunched under his blow, the idiot who should have listened reeled with a holler. Most men at this point would have probably come to the conclusion they were possibly in trouble and that perhaps the smart thing would involve walking away. Or, in this case, running.
Lucky for Kyle, Malcolm the idiot—who had obviously been dropped way more times on his head than anyone Kyle had ever met—still didn’t get it. “You fucking asshole! I’ll teach you to fucking hit me.”
Did the man not realize there were ladies around? “Watch your language,” Kyle admonished. “There’s women and children around here.” The irony of it almost made him chuckle, but he did smile as the idiot gave him the perfect excuse to act—as if Kyle really needed one. The fact the wolf even breathed the same air offended him.
Whatever else Malcolm meant to say got lost as Kyle stepped into Malcolm’s personal space and kneed him in the stomach. Air whooshed out of the man and bent him double.
Kyle wasn’t done, however. He grabbed the man by the hair and walked him away from the girls. While he wouldn’t cuss in front of the ladies, there were times when a man needed strong language, times like now. “Listen here, you bloody miserable excuse for a fucking shifter. I’m only going to say this once. Stay away from Crystal and Gigi. If you even so much as think of coming near her, or calling her, or, hell, if you even think of her, I’m going to hunt your mangy ass down and kill you.” And enjoy it. It seemed where his ladies were concerned he possessed a bit of a protective streak.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare. The law—”
“Can kiss my hairy caribou ass. I know how to make a man disappear and cover my tracks, so trust me when I say, if I want you dead, I’ll kill you, and there isn’t a fucking law agency in this world that will ever charge me for it. Do you understand me?” Kyle told the idiot this as clearly as he could. Really, he was being super nice, so nice his buddies would have mocked him. But…
Malcolm yelled, loud enough for a little girl to hear, “Fuck—”
Jab to the already broken nose. Another to split a lip. A few more just because it was fun, and then he tossed Malcolm to the ground.
Kyle sighed as he stared at the groaning heap on the ground. “What did I tell you about the profanity? Some people never learn. Remember what I said. Because, next time, I won’t be so nice.” Look at him, giving this douchebag the Christmas present of being able to crawl away instead of requiring a stretcher.
Kyle turned his back and strode away, not bothering to look around to see if anyone had witnessed the incident.
Would someone call the cops? Maybe, but more likely they’d chalk it up to what it was, a personal matter that needed resolving. Up here in the still-in-some-ways-untamed North, things weren’t always done by the letter of the law. Sometimes things were handled a little more directly, a little more violently. It was the shifter way.
At least for those with the balls—or rack—to do it.
Seeing him approach, Gigi squirmed in her mother’s embrace until Crystal put her down. The little girl flew at him, arms spread, and he scooped her into his grip. Already, her weight settled on his hip with an odd familiarity.
She tucked her head just under his chin and whispered, “You did it.”
“I did. I slayed the wolf.”
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