Enjoy the View (Moose Springs, Alaska #3)

by Sarah Morgenthaler

Moose Springs was about as welcoming to them as a grizzly bear with a face full of porcupine needles.

For some reason, the good opinion of this stranger on her climbing skills was a hundred times better than a stranger’s opinion of her acting skills. Maybe because acting was what she did. But climbing was who River was.

beaming like the cat that got in the cream.

“I can like her and still acknowledge the evil music that plays every time she enters the room.

Locketts didn’t complain. They got the job done, whatever needed doing.

gutting me like a fish

Pleasant was code for pushover. Screw. That.

River Lane special. Half hot chocolate, half coffee, and enough espresso to raise your heart rate.”

crampons.

When faced with someone who

didn’t play well with others, the best thing to do was know what motivated them.

protecting my establishment and my employees from being harassed by a media

weren’t totally on board.” Easton’s voice was a warm, low rumble, like rocks snuggling up to each other.

That voice. She could wrap herself up in that voice and cuddle on the couch all day in it.

The man had crawled into her head and was making a home there, a distraction to her even when he wasn’t present.

The next morning, the marmot broke up with Easton. Its little marmot bags were packed. It was moving on. Sometimes, love wasn’t enough, not when you deserved better. And clearly, the marmot knew it deserved better. Getting relocated out of the

I miss having people who matter within arm’s reach. It used to be suffocating, but now…now I just want to be suffocated.”

“Lead the way. I’m right behind you.” Which was how, at fourteen thousand feet, River fell head over heels in love without once touching the ground.

River’s determination to keep going never dropped, her eyes never leaving the prize of the summit above them.

“Sometimes messy is the best part. Sometimes it’s worth it. You always were for me. I’m betting you were for River too.”

But Easton was a pack animal and always had been. He took comfort from having the people who mattered surrounding him.

Zoey corrected him, “I didn’t stay for Graham.” Graham made a playful, wounded noise as he started the truck. “You’re damaging my masculine pride here, Z-Bear,” he teased. “Hush, only Easton’s allowed to call me that. And I didn’t. I stayed for me, because this was where my heart was. You have to follow your heart if you want to find happiness. Graham being here was the icing on the cake.”

But Ash squeezed him into a hug because she might not be able to understand him, but she always understood him.

“Listen, man. I’m not judging here. You play by the rules because you like to do what’s right. You’re a good person, better than I am.”