Worth the Risk: (A Contemporary Bad Boy Romance) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Find Weston Parker

  Description

  Worth the Risk

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Worth the Distraction

  Worth the Effort

  About the Author

  Worth the Risk

  by

  WESTON PARKER

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  Description

  I thought getting back to the forest would give me a chance to calm down.

  Research is my passion.

  And after my time in the city, I need the wilderness to settle my nerves.

  But Park Ranger Caleb Hunt has something else in mind.

  Settling my nerves is definitely not on his to-do list.

  Tall, handsome and cocky as hell. He's everything I've ever wanted.

  In my world.

  In my bed.

  But something in his past is holding him back.

  One second he's hot as the surface of the sun.

  The next, he's cold as the ice on a mountaintop.

  I want to tame his heart, but he's wild as the wilderness he ranges.

  But I'm willing to take a chance.

  I just hope like hell he's worth the risk.

  Worth the Risk

  Prologue

  His clenched fist hit the surface of his desk with a thump. Wesley Masterson glanced at the document in front of him, his face screwing up in a scowl. The Last Will and Testament of his now departed brother and his stupid bitch of a wife stared back at him.

  The document should have provided him with the final piece he needed to get his fortune back, but instead, it made sure that he'd never legally have access to the land that should have been his.

  All that opportunity wasted on his worthless nephew. Brice would never take advantage of the riches buried within his inheritance, even if he knew of their presence. In fact, the fool had openly stated that he would rather donate the land rather than exploit it.

  What kind of a moron just gave his assets away, seeking nothing in return? Masterson's fury at the thought of all that money going to waste was enough to leave him ill.

  His pulse accelerated until his heart banged away hard and fast, moving pain through his chest. Taking deep breaths, Masterson wiped the sweat off his red face and tried to get his temper under control.

  The doctor had warned him to take it easy, to try and keep his blood pressure down. But situations like this made taking that advice no easy feat. Breathe in. Breathe out. After several minutes his fists unclenched, and he was able to think more clearly.

  The decision of the court was just another roadblock he would have to overcome. But hurdle it he would. He'd spent too much time cultivating contacts in local government to let them go to waste now. As long as he kept the operations under wraps, he should be able to get what he wanted out of the land without anyone being the wiser.

  And even if his crimes were exposed, his contacts should keep him out of jail. So what if they gave him a fine? The money he'd pull out of those hills would be enough to cover any slap on the wrist and then some.

  Sure, no crime was without risk, but the perils of walking away this time were greater than any legal threats. If he didn't do this, he'd be broke. Shit, he was already broke, in the hole, in fact, by several hundred thousand dollars. And his creditors were no longer content to bide their time.

  A broken limb or two were in his near future if he failed to pay off the men he owed. And that was only the beginning. Thankfully, he'd been able to maintain his prosperous image while his ship was rapidly sinking. Even his son hadn't caught on to the fact that they were hanging on to the upper class by their fingertips.

  And those creditors would not hesitate to step on his hands to drop him off the cliff.

  Decision made, Wesley Masterson picked up the phone and dialed.

  "Stevens here." The voice that answered was irritatingly rough, like sand that made its way into a shoe and rubbed until it chafed.

  "I've got a job for you. Interested?"

  "I'm always interested in making money. What's the job?"

  "I need a team of mining experts. Ones that can be bought and stay bought, or ones that have enough dirt on them that we could bury them if they talked."

  There was a slight pause while the big man considered the request. "Mining experts, huh? That could take a little time, but shouldn't be impossible."

  Experts weren't the only thing they'd need if they were to pull off a heist of this magnitude. "And we'll also need the security team, so let them know they'll be receiving new orders soon."

  "Understood." There was a pause, and then, "A question, if I may?" After a gruff agreement from Masterson, he continued. "I'm assuming the mining operation you're establishing is not sanctioned?"

  "Correct."

  "I'd never presumed to doubt you, but there are obvious risks involved, the first of which will be covering things up."

  Masterson grinned. Stevens missed very little. That's why his services were so expensive. "Leave that to me. The area we're hitting is unincorporated and uninhabited. It's far enough out that we shouldn't attract any attention."

  "And if we do attract attention?"

  "I won't let anything stand in my way on this. Got it?"

  "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

  The predatory smile in his voice reminded Masterson of precisely why he employed Stevens. He was ruthless. Wesley felt comfortable leaving things in the large man's capable, and if necessary, deadly hands.

  Tossing down the phone, he picked up the copy of his brother's will, his scowl returning. In a sudden burst of anger, he crumpled the document in his hand then tossed it into the marble ashtray on his desk. Taking out an expensive cigar, he clipped the end and then lit it, pulling long drags into his throat and expelling them, coaxing the cigar to light. When the end flared bright orange, he held the tip to the ball of paper and watched as it ignited.

  With the flames chasing shadows across his grinning face, Wesley Masterson got down to work.

  Chapter 1

  An annoyed Caleb Hunt heard the car as it crept up the overgrown driveway. It wasn't often that someone disturbed his solitude, but such visits rarely failed to displease him. He peered out his cabin's window and watched as an overloaded Subaru came to a stop beside his pickup.

  This must be the professor, he thought, wondering why his buddy Masterson had waited so long to warn him about the scientist's arrival. Probably because he knew how pissed the news of an uninvited guest would make me. Brice was no fool, even if he sometimes played one for the ladies.

  All of Caleb's annoyance disappeared when of a pair of shapely legs, followed by a very feminine body, emerged from the car.

  For a moment he was awestruck, staring at the well-proportioned woman in his driveway. He'd been working in the forest for long enough that she was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

  Must've gotten lost. It was probably too early to expect Brice's professor anyway. Maybe the woman was a camper who'd made a wrong tur
n. Best to set her straight and get her out of here. The natural area was not yet open to the public.

  A half smile appeared. Unless she wanted to stick around for the night. I'm sure I could find something for her to wrap those legs around.

  Caleb stepped out onto the cabin's porch and let the screen door slam shut behind him. He strode down the few steps to the driveway and approached her. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said in an official tone, "You must have gotten turned around. There's no camping here."

  The woman stared up at him, her dark eyes shining in the sunlight. Her frame was petite and curved in the best places, but he couldn't help noticing the tension that seemed to vibrate through her. A dozen ways of relieving her tension flitted through his head.

  "Ma'am, you're going to have to turn around and return to the main road. The closest town is Alsea. Head south for 12 miles or so--"

  "I know where Alsea is."

  "Oh," he murmured, for a moment at a loss for what to say. He tried on a smile. "Well, then...I take it you don't need directions...?"

  The woman shook her head, and Caleb's voice stalled.

  She held out a delicate hand to him. "I think there must be some mistake. I'm Dr. Danielle French, and I was led to believe that you would be expecting me."

  Caleb's mouth fell open, and he stared, attempting to come to grips with what she'd just said. Dr. French? This woman was Masterson's professor? The woman didn't look like any professor he'd ever met. She was younger than him, for one, and he wasn't even thirty yet. Where were the thick glasses, frizzy hair and perpetual bad posture?

  "Dr. French," Caleb smiled, brushing off his charm and praying the last six months in the woods without human contact hadn't rusted it beyond repair. He took her hand and shook it. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

  She paused for a few seconds before responding. "Yes...well...I was able to get an early start, and, uh..."

  Caleb held her hand for a moment before she pulled it away and flushed, turning her face to the ground. She was gorgeous, and he felt his libido, ignored for so many months, kick into overdrive. He had to remember to thank Brice for this perfect little distraction.

  "You're here now," he said, already humming with the anticipation of the chase. He wondered which method would be most effective at getting her in his bed. A college professor that meant smarts. She was probably used to being in control, having students hanging off her every word.

  But she was no longer in her classroom. These were his woods, and he was the Big Bad Wolf.

  Caleb turned his attention to the equipment bulging out of her car, wondering how she would take a less-than-complimentary assessment of her visit. He prided himself on his skills at seduction and quickly calculated the most efficient means for roping in the young professor.

  If she was used to being right, it was time to show her what it felt like to be wrong. He wiped away any trace of a smile as he headed toward her car, then shook his head to give the impression of disapproval. "I see you've gone through a lot of trouble. Seems like you've got your heart set on your little campout. Might as well get started."

  Her smile faded while a fire kindled in her eyes. Hmm... must not have liked that remark. Good, she wasn't supposed to. First, he'd get her ire up, get her all bristly like an angry kitten, and then he'd turn all that fire to his own advantage.

  Instead of screaming at him, she'd be screaming his name.

  In ecstasy.

  "I'm sure you're busy," she said, stopping him in his tracks, "and I don't want to be a bother." She pointed to the all-terrain vehicle parked next to his forestry truck. "If you'll just allow me the use of your ATV, I can get settled on my own."

  Caleb's eyebrow rose at her words. She'd taken the bait, but he hadn't expected her to push back so hard, not right away. Besides, she was a fool if she thought he was just going to let her drive off into the woods without him.

  Dr. French didn't seem like the outdoors type. His gaze traveled down her frame, making its way down her Central Willamette University t-shirt to her hips around which hung low-slung jeans. A quick glance into her vehicle confirmed his suspicion. Most of her gear was still in its original boxes.

  "Not gonna happen, Professor," he said, heading around to the back of the car and motioning for her to unlock the rear latch. Her face screwed up, and he thought she might not unlock it, but she hit a button on her key fob before heading over to join him. Good girl.

  The latch popped and Caleb dove inside, cataloging the items she'd brought and started to unload them.

  "Careful!" she said when he began dragging out her gear to stack it around him. "I've organized all of my equipment, and it would really be better if you'd just let me..." Her words petered out as he tossed a box of books out of the back of her car. The box bounced once and some books tumbled out, along with a folder of papers.

  "Shit!" She raced to grab the papers and reorganize them. Caleb noticed the dirty look she shot in his direction and had to hide a grin. He watched as she stalked around him, attempting to bring order to the chaos he was creating. Phase One of Piss-Off-The-Pretty-Professor was working out according to plan.

  To call her attractive would be an understatement. Her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail that fell down her neck and past her shoulders. Arresting eyes the color of sweet bourbon glared in his direction. A small nose and full pink lips completed her delicate features, all framed by a heart-shaped face.

  Her face was gorgeous, but her body was a goddamn miracle.

  "Wait. Ranger. Sir!" the professor exclaimed, sliding around behind him and fidgeting as he continued pulling out her gear. "This really isn't necessary!"

  He didn't even pause in his inventory. "The name's Caleb Hunt. I've worked for the Forest Service for years and spend a majority of my time outdoors. There's no way I'm letting an inexperienced camper wander off into the woods alone. So just concentrate on gathering your equipment and let me do my job."

  * * *

  Dani took a deep breath, pushing away the anger that she felt at the ranger's high-handedness. Her phone rang, and she glanced down, relieved to see it was her friend, Janna. She answered, turning her back on the ranger and concentrating on the call.

  "Hey, I missed you at lunch. I brought you some gluten-free muffins to take with you, but you didn't show. Another last-minute meeting?"

  The rapid-fire pacing of Janna's speech made Dani smile. "Not quite. I left a day early."

  "You what?!? But I thought you still had tons of stuff to do."

  Dani sighed. "I did, so I stayed up late and got it done. Then I finished loading up the car this morning and hit the road. I just arrived at the park a few minutes ago."

  "Any particular reason why you moved up your time frame? Your schedule is...how do I say this...very precious to you."

  That was Janna's polite way of reminding her of what she called her obsessive tendencies. "You probably schedule your bathroom breaks down to the last second. You must have had a good reason to move up your departure date. Spill it."

  "Because I was really excited, Puchie...?" The rising tone of Dani's inflection didn't convince her friend.

  "Bullshit. And don't call me Puchie, you know I hate it. Are you sure it didn't have anything to do with that meeting I mentioned?"

  Dani rolled her eyes. Janna went after gossip like a terrier after a squirrel, and she knew Dani was holding on to a particularly succulent morsel. "Fine. You're right. I rearranged my whole fucking schedule because of my meeting with Dean Fischer. To avoid it, actually, but that didn't work."

  "What happened?"

  "Well, after you high-tailed it out of my office..." They had been discussing the plans for her fieldwork in her office when they'd been interrupted by a knock at the door. Jeffrey Fischer, Dean of Sciences and the man currently overseeing her tenure review, leaned against the doorframe and nodded at them. Before the dean could even manage to recall Janna's name, she'd jumped to her feet and rushed out the door, heading down the hallway and abando
ning Dani.

  "Couldn't be helped. You know I put my foot in my mouth whenever I get nervous, and deans make me nervous."

  Dani wanted to laugh, but she was still too annoyed. Janna, self-proclaimed "Oldest Graduate Student of All Time," was Dani's closest friend. Although she was still a student, she was a few years older than Dani, who was junior faculty in the Department of Biology and struggling to make her way up the tenure ladder. They often met for lunch to discuss their academic woes. Dani always enjoyed their conversations.

  Well, almost always.

  "Let's just say the meeting was less about my research and more about whether I'd be all alone in the dark and scary woods."

  "Seriously? I mean, the dean's always come off as an elite asshole, but not a creepy elite asshole."

  Dani's gaze scanned the forest around her; then she risked a glance at the ranger who continued to carelessly pitch her meticulously organized equipment to the ground. She watched him for a moment, trying to keep her mind from dwelling on her lunch with Fischer. Forget it, focus on something else, she told herself, her mantra whenever circumstances became unpleasant. Although perhaps choosing the ranger as her current focus would be just as unpleasant, despite his handsome smile. "Anyway, I won't go into the gory details now--"

  Janna jumped in, right on cue. "Don't think you're gonna get out of telling me exactly what he said!"

  "I know!" Dani suppressed a groan. "And I promise to, the next time we have lunch together."

  "When will that be? Won't you be out in the field for the next few months? I can't believe you've decided to camp, by the way. You never seemed like the outdoors type."

  "Just because I'm from the city doesn't mean I don't like the outdoors."

  Janna's tone betrayed her smirk. "So, have you been camping before?"

  Dani hesitated before replying. "How hard can it be?"

  "Look, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure it won't be a cakewalk. There are bears and mountain lions. And the rainy season is about to start, and it gets pretty cold at that elevation at night. And did I mention bears?"