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Wild Thing
ISBN #978-0-85715-272-5
©Copyright Mia Watts 2010
Cover Art by Natalie Winters ©Copyright August 2010
Edited by Christine Riley
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WILD THING
Mia Watts
Dedication
Kris Norris: power goddess of computers, uplifter-er of low spirits, fetish hound of American
accents, convertee to male erotic reading, and dear, irreplaceable friend…this one’s for you.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following
wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Boy Scouts of America: Boy Scouts of America Corporation
Gore-tex: W. L. Gore & Associates, Inc.
Dockers: Levi Strauss and Co. Corporation
GQ: Conde Nast Publications Inc.
WILD THING
Mia Watts
5
Chapter One
“Nothing?” DNR Officer Jack Allen asked, his gaze sweeping over Ryan Walsh’s
enigmatic expression.
Any excuse to look at Ryan was a good one. Especially at eight in the morning when
Ryan was sipping hot coffee on the front porch of his log cabin.
Ryan shook his head, a slight move to the left and back. The mug pressed against his
full lower lip, distracting Jack from his line of questioning.
“Is that all, officer?” Amusement coloured his husky tones.
Jack lifted his gaze and found the same twinkle in the depths of Ryan’s chocolate
brown eyes. Jack’s partner nudged him. He blinked and felt the distinct rise of a blush touch
his cheeks with heat. “Uh, no. If you see anything suspicious, give me a call?” Jack
unsnapped his breast pocket, intending to give him a business card.
“I have your number,” Ryan murmured.
“You do?”
Ryan’s smile widened further. “You gave me a card the last time you were out here
tagging red foxes. I keep it beside my phone.” His eyes flicked to Jack’s partner, Clancy. “I
can call you the minute something comes up.”
He lowered his mug, the pale white porcelain gleamed in the bright sunshine as it
broke the shade of the covered porch. Jack didn’t think he had Attention Deficit Disorder, but
Ryan Walsh had a way of twisting small moments into sharp detail.
He wondered briefly if Ryan thought Jack had the mental acuity of a goldfish.
Distracted by shiny things, goggle-eyed whenever Ryan spoke, lame words coming out of
Jack’s mouth—God, he must seem like such a moron.
“Beginning to think you come out here just to check on me,” Ryan remarked casually.
“Your cabin is in the middle of the largest open forestry area and within miles of the
sightings. You go out alone to photograph wildlife.” Jack shrugged. “It makes sense to ask
you if you’ve seen the thing people report seeing,” he reasoned. “And we grew up together.”

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