There is something so arresting about a fish cop. I should be shot for saying this, and my brother would be the first to pull the trigger. I seem to be the only fisherman in Bristol Bay who doesn't mind when troopers board us. They are all so powerful, and wild, and wearing blue and gold while the rest of us are in orange raingear. They are just plane HOT. And loaded for bear.
We first met Garret in EDGE. He was Mel's friend with benefits until Cache came onto the scene. Needing some space from Homer, he arrives in South Naknek to help police the fishing during Bristol Bay's record salmon run. He's after adventure, getting back to nature, and distraction from his life in Homer. Boy, does he get all three.
Daniel Craig was perfect inspiration for Garrett Hunt. I wanted someone who was more interesting than handsome. I tend to be attracted to men who are weathered, rugged, survivalist types. Garrett is strong, smart, and a surfer. Yep, that's right, his wild side is out there to be ridiculed. Come on, surfing in Alaska? You either have to be a thrill seeker or a few salmon short of a fry. I was after adding in, not only a feud between fishermen, but the troopers trying to keep everyone alive and adhering to the laws of the state. I have a very strong heroine in HOOKED and I needed a man who could be her equal. Garrett is her match. She can't push him around, and he can't resist taking her bait.
Here is the scene when Garrett and Sonya first meet at the dirt runway in South Naknek.
“Sonya, I’d like you to meet Garrett…uh…what’s your last name?”
Great. He was so desperate to get her hitched that he wasn’t bothering to screen the men anymore. For all they knew, this man could have murdered a string of women.
Peter turned his head to the side and snickered.
“Hunt,” the stranger supplied. “Name’s Garrett Hunt.” He reached out a hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Sonya.”
Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, she wanted to say, but then her attention caught on his ice-blue eyes. Eyes that color shouldn’t project heat. Somehow she found her hand happily engaged in his. It wasn’t just his eyes that gave off heat. A slight smile crooked his lips.
“Same,” she said, “to meet you, that is.” She gave Garrett Hunt a second look. The man wasn’t handsome…more interesting. Tough, muscled, and weathered. He looked like he could hold his own in any situation. Anywhere. Anytime. Chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, spiky military haircut, with a scar by his left temple. The only thing soft about him was his lips.
Dang, she did not need this kind of distraction this summer.
“Well, how do you like that?” Gramps commented with a hum, breaking Sonya out of her trance and reminding her of where she was. Gramps slapped Garrett on the back. “How about you join us for dinner tomorrow night? Red Fox Camp is about five miles down the beach. Can’t miss it. We should be ready for company by then, don’t ya think, Sonya?”
“Uh…sure.” Even though she wanted to tell her grandpa to keep his busybody nose out of her business, she couldn’t.
Garrett gave her that crooked smile again. It was quite sexy on him. “I’d like that.”
“Hunt!” the pilot of the plane hollered, walking toward them carrying a surfboard. “You have any idea how hard this was to stuff into my plane?”
“Thanks, Harry,” Garrett said, taking ownership of the board. “I appreciate you making the room.”
“You owe me a drink for it,” Harry said. "I plan on collecting as soon as I get that swarm of fishermen flown over
“You got it,” Garrett said.
Harry waved them goodbye and boarded the plane for the return hop to King Salmon. The fishermen were all coming in now that the fishing season would be opening in a few days. In that amount of time, the population went from around a hundred to thousands.
“What are you going to do with that?” Peter asked, eyeing the surfboard.
“Catch a wave,” Garret said.
The man was a nut. Gramps had to stop introducing her to just anyone. She looked at her grandfather and was glad to see that even his brows had risen in question.
“Why?” Peter asked.
Yeah, why, Sonya thought.
“For the thrill of it,” Garrett said with a grin.
“Nobody gets in that ocean for fun.” Sonya shivered. The memory of the last time she’d been forced into that deadly ocean sliced through her like the cutting edge of an arctic wind. The freezing water, the screaming, and then the terrifying silence followed by death.
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