Kate Hoffmann
Dodging Cupid's Arrow
The second book in the Men Of Bachelor Creek series, 1998
Dear Reader,
It seemed like a good plan. Three bachelors setting off for the Alaskan bush to start a new life, far away from the female sex. But then Bachelor #1, Tanner O'Neill, got an early Christmas present in the person of beautiful Julia Logan in my December 1997 release,
Now Valentine's Day is upon us and Bachelor #2, bush pilot Joe Brennan, is in serious danger of following his best buddy to the altar. Finding women for these three boys has been a real treat, and I think you'll enjoy watching Joe as he's
And then get ready for my last bachelor to be
Happy Valentine's Day,
Kate Hoffmann
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With special thanks to Wally Kohler, for answering my endless questions about pilots and their planes.
Prologue
Joe Brennan held his breath as the rough plank door swung open, its hinges groaning in protest. If the interior of Bachelor Creek Lodge looked anything like the exterior, he vowed he would turn around and head right back to Seattle.
'I should have my head examined,' he murmured to himself, his gaze scanning the dilapidated log building. He sidestepped a rotted board on the porch, then squinted into a dust-coated window. A shaft of light illuminated the interior and his gaze followed it up to a huge hole in the roof.
'Look at this,' Hawk said, pointing to the log lintel above the front door. Joe and Tanner glanced up. No Wimin Kin Pass was crudely carved into the wood.
'I'm not sure there's a woman on this planet who would willingly set foot inside this place,' Joe said.
He never should have let Tanner O'Neill talk him into this harebrained scheme. He and the third in their trio, Kyle Hawkins, had left everything behind-their careers, their homes… females-to move to the wilds of Alaska and start a business.
Tanner's inheritance looked good on paper. A wilderness lodge a mile from the tiny bush town of Muleshoe, land right on the Yukon River with their very own creek running just outside the back door. But the photos didn't do justice to the wreck of a lodge. Had they been more accurate, Joe might have opted to stay home.
In Seattle, he'd had a good job, a partnership in a small law firm with a generous salary. A few weekends a month, he would fly for the Army Reserve, putting a long-held pilot's license to use. He filled the rest of his life with sports and women, two of his favorite pastimes. Life was good and he had been happy.
He knew he'd be giving up more than he could even imagine to move to Alaska. But the plan had been too tempting to resist. Tanner would run the lodge, or what was left of it, and Hawk would serve as a wilderness guide for their clients, once they had them. And Joe would pilot their plane, a De Havilland Otter that the three of them had bought on a shoestring budget. He would ferry clients and supplies from Fairbanks to Muleshoe, landing on the tiny airstrip as he and Hawk and Tanner had done just minutes before.
'Don't be too quick to judge,' Tanner warned as he stepped through the door. 'Try to think of the potential.'
Joe turned to give Hawk a dubious look. 'With all this potential, I think we're going to need to buy a bigger plane. Something that might carry a bulldozer.' His friend's expression was unreadable but Joe suspected he was harboring some of the same concerns. If the lodge's exterior was any clue, the interior was probably uninhabitable, which left the three of them essentially homeless. Until Tanner's carpentry skills could be proved, they might as well pitch a tent. 'Let's see how bad it is,' he muttered, crossing the threshold.
Dust motes drifted in the shaft of sunlight that streamed through the hole in the roof. A ragged collection of hand-hewn furniture lay scattered around the room, bits of stuffing littering the floor. A huge moose head stared down at them from above the stone fireplace, as if mocking their high expectations.
'It's not so bad,' Tanner said, slowly taking in the disrepair. 'Once the roof is patched and we've cleaned up a bit, it will be just fine.'
'Fine for raccoons and other wildlife,' Joe replied. 'We've barely got a roof over our head, O'Neill. And you forget that the nights here are a lot colder than in Seattle.'
'Come on, Brennan, where's your sense of adventure?' Tanner teased. 'So we'll be roughing it for a while. Suck it up and be a man.'
Joe shook his head. 'I guess I can always sleep in the cabin of the Otter.'
'Or under the stars,' Hawk said, distracted by his survey of the hearth. He looked up into the chimney. 'Squirrels,' was his only comment.
Joe considered his friend's suggestion. For Hawk, sleeping in the wild was no great hardship. In fact, Joe suspected his friend would revel in the rustic living conditions. Hawk would no longer have to leave home to get a wilderness fix as he had done in Seattle, sometimes disappearing for two or three weeks without a word. His buddy was always up for an adventure, the more challenging and spontaneous, the better.
Tanner finished his survey of the interior, then looked at his friends. 'I know this isn't what you expected,' he said. 'And I guess if either of you wants to bail, now's the time to say so.' He paused, then hitched his hands on his waist. 'But before you make your decision, I want you to know that I'm determined to make this work-with or without you.'
Silence hung in the dusty air for a long moment. Then Hawk shrugged. 'I'm still in,' he said. He looked at Joe and the challenge was evident in his gaze. A good buddy would stick it out, and the three of them were the best of buddies. And at this point, there wasn't much left for Joe in Seattle besides a handful of disappointed women and a storage locker full of his belongings.
Joe raked his fingers through his hair. What the hell was he doing? One look at the tiny bush town of Muleshoe was enough to see that there wasn't much social life in the outback of Alaska. It wasn't as if he couldn't live without women, but he did have certain needs.
'What'll it be, Brennan? In or out?'
Joe turned to Tanner. 'I can see us fifty years from now. Three toothless old bachelors reminiscing about the good old days in Seattle. Remembering the last time we laid eyes on a beautiful woman.'
