Page 3 of You Otter Know
He cast about for anything he could use as a weapon. There was a fireplace poker by the little pot-bellied stove, and he grabbed it, creeping around to try to keep the floorboards from creaking.
Okay, this was ridiculous. He wasn’t a big guy. He shouldn’t be confronting anyone. Bohdi knew he should just go back to the office and have them look at who might be in the cabin. But he was a surfer. He was lean and wiry and strong.
And he kind of wanted to brain someone after dealing with his family.
He followed a trail of discarded clothing into the other room, which turned out to be the bedroom. He blinked into the gloom, and then his eyes widened, because there was someone tucked under the covers in his comfy hotel room bed! Well, cabin. But the bed looked amazing.
So of course, Bohdi shouted. “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my cabin!”
The man in the bed sat straight up, his eyes wide, his hair everywhere. “How did you get in here?”
“I have a key!” He held up the hand that wasn’t gripping the poker.
“Well so do I!” The guy rolled over to grab the phone and pick it up. He stabbed a number after he lifted the receiver. He waited. And waited. “No one is answering at the desk.”
“Well, you can get out.” Bodhi needed them to come change the sheets, too, because ugh.
The man’s expression went mutinous, mouth set in a thin line. He turned on the bedside light, gesturing to himself. “Naked here.”
Wow. That was totally no fair. The guy was all dark hair and these wild amber eyes and sleek sinew when the comforter slid down his chest. He was built like a swimmer, with broad shoulders and well-muscled arms and chest.
He made Bohdi feel small.
And a little intimidated.
“Well, it’s my cabin!”
“Dude, I signed in, got the car doolie, everything. I’m sure Branson at the front desk just made a mistake. He didn’t seem too organized.”
Bohdi started to agree, but then he thought about how he was avoiding his family, and how he’d asked specifically for this cabin. “No. When I made my reservation I asked for the cabin closest to the stream.” He felt pretty damn brave standing up for himself.
“So did I.” That stare was intense, those amber eyes flashing with an animal sort of shine.
“Well…” He sighed. “Can you call again?”
“Sure. Look, why don’t you let me get dressed and then we can walk up to the lounge for cookies and talk to the dude behind the counter, who is clearly not answering the phone because he knows he screwed up.”
“That sounds fair.” It really did. And he would have to go up and get clean towels and ask for the sheets to be changed. The very thought of being in the same bed as this man made his cheeks burn.
“Cool. Do you mind waiting in the front room?”
“Huh? Oh! Yeah. I’ll just go sit.” God, he was an idiot. He walked out to the main room of the cabin, plopping down on the couch. This was a fucking disaster. So much for his easy,breezy holiday where he just hunkered down and didn’t answer his phone.
The guy came out a few minutes later wearing jeans and a big fisherman’s sweater, his feet in socks, no shoes. He was picking up clothes as he walked. “Sorry. I was napping.”
“Uh, yeah.” He bit back the, In my bed. “Let’s go, huh?”
“Yep. We’ll go straighten this right out.” The guy stomped into a pair of boots, then stood by the door, waiting for him.
When he walked up, waiting for the man to open the door, the guy leaned toward him a little, nose working.
“Did you just sniff me?” He blinked, his mind trying to process why someone would do that even as warmth flushed his body.
“Nope.” Those amber eyes never wavered, the stare intense. “You smell amazing, though.”
His cock firmed right up in his pants. “Uh. Thanks. I mean, I use soap.”
“Sure.” The man tilted his head. “What’s your name?”
