The Simple Wild (Wild, #1)

by K.A. Tucker

Maybe that’s why I dare ask, “Have you lived in Alaska your whole life?” There’s a long pause, and I wonder if maybe I misread his civility, if maybe I should have shut up while I was ahead. “I was born in Anchorage. We moved to Vegas when I was twelve. I moved back about ten years ago.” “Vegas. Really . . .” Sharp blue eyes glance over at me quickly. “Why do you say it like that?” “No reason. I’ve never met anyone who actually lived in Vegas.” My only weekend there was a drunken, costly three-day blur with Diana and two other friends for our twenty-first birthdays. By the time I curled up in my seat to fly home, I was more than ready to leave. “Yeah, well, there’s more to it than the Strip. Most locals won’t be caught dead down there.” “Do you miss it?” “Hell, no. Couldn’t wait to get out of there.” “Why?” He sighs, as if he doesn’t have the energy to answer a question like that. “Too fast, too loud, too materialistic—take your pick.”