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within it. It was to be expected that the bears were on the move now – winter was not far and this was their busiest time in preparing for the long hibernation.
He had humored her and given her plenty of time to flit up and down the path the steps had taken and to photograph and catalog them thoroughly. Most of the time, from what Tess could tell, the tall ranger had been leaning against a tree, eyeing in equal parts what she was doing and what was going on around them. He was dressed in jeans, hiking boots and a light jacket that looked far too thin to provide any warmth. Tess wasn’t sure what she had expected, but definitely not the picture-perfect vision of masculinity that had been waiting for her. A long hunting knife sat on one of his hips and she kept noticing his hand hovering near it whenever he wasn’t watching her. She always knew when he was keeping his dark brown eyes on her – she could feel it on the back of her neck. His presence was undeniable and it made focusing on her work more than a little difficult.
Tess had just knelt down next to her backpack to take another picture of the indented footstep, when Jackson suddenly rushed to her and pulled her up on her feet with one quick tug at her arm. She yelped and landed on her feet, mere inches away from the ranger. His breath was on her for a moment, the pillars of steam mixing together, and Tess felt her heart skip a beat. She half-expected him to kiss her – a girlish notion that had taken root in her brain and that she couldn’t shake off. Instead, he spun around and blocked her view with his wide back. Only then did she hear the telltale sounds of someone heading straight for them through the underbrush. The tension in Jackson’s body was palpable and her heart pounded loudly in her ears.
“Don’t say a word,” he said, a low growl in his tone. The animal noise made her skin pimple with goose bumps. He seemed to bristle up with expectation, his breathing growing faster.
Tess peeked past him just in time to see a man appear from between the trees, towering and foreboding. He was just as tall as Jackson and had a similar build – thick and powerful. A dusty blonde head of hair and piercing blue eyes gave him an almost innocent look, but the wild smirk that hung to his thin lips made her blood curl in her veins. He had danger written all over him in big bold letters.
“Jackson,” he said, inclining his head slightly while keeping a close eye on the redhead behind him. Tess, much too aware of the hunger in his gaze, squared her chin and tried to stand up taller. He was the kind of man that could make a woman feel completely naked and vulnerable in five seconds flat, and he seemed to have no qualms about doing just that, despite the presence of the fuming warden.
“Ryder,” Jackson said, his voice cold as ice. The other man stopped a few feet from Jackson, the two measuring up to each other. Tess felt as if she was witnessing something she shouldn’t. It was like two natural powers coming together, wordlessly bucking against one another. She couldn’t help the tremble that ran through the length of her body, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Tess half-expected them to lunge for each other, roaring with rage. Instead, they glared at one another silently; though Ryder seemed to prefer looking at her. She wanted to sink behind Jackson’s back, but it felt like an incredibly childish thing to do in the company of adults.
What the hell is it about these two… she wondered, the intensity of the moment knocking her off her feet.
“Don’t you think you’re much too far, Ryder?” Jackson asked, a thinly veiled threat lingering in his tone. Ryder’s smirk hung on his expression, barely giving the ranger the attention he deserved. He licked his lips making Tess feel almost violated.
Get a grip, she told herself, taking a deep breath and extending her fingers. She hadn’t even noticed that she had
He had humored her and given her plenty of time to flit up and down the path the steps had taken and to photograph and catalog them thoroughly. Most of the time, from what Tess could tell, the tall ranger had been leaning against a tree, eyeing in equal parts what she was doing and what was going on around them. He was dressed in jeans, hiking boots and a light jacket that looked far too thin to provide any warmth. Tess wasn’t sure what she had expected, but definitely not the picture-perfect vision of masculinity that had been waiting for her. A long hunting knife sat on one of his hips and she kept noticing his hand hovering near it whenever he wasn’t watching her. She always knew when he was keeping his dark brown eyes on her – she could feel it on the back of her neck. His presence was undeniable and it made focusing on her work more than a little difficult.
Tess had just knelt down next to her backpack to take another picture of the indented footstep, when Jackson suddenly rushed to her and pulled her up on her feet with one quick tug at her arm. She yelped and landed on her feet, mere inches away from the ranger. His breath was on her for a moment, the pillars of steam mixing together, and Tess felt her heart skip a beat. She half-expected him to kiss her – a girlish notion that had taken root in her brain and that she couldn’t shake off. Instead, he spun around and blocked her view with his wide back. Only then did she hear the telltale sounds of someone heading straight for them through the underbrush. The tension in Jackson’s body was palpable and her heart pounded loudly in her ears.
“Don’t say a word,” he said, a low growl in his tone. The animal noise made her skin pimple with goose bumps. He seemed to bristle up with expectation, his breathing growing faster.
Tess peeked past him just in time to see a man appear from between the trees, towering and foreboding. He was just as tall as Jackson and had a similar build – thick and powerful. A dusty blonde head of hair and piercing blue eyes gave him an almost innocent look, but the wild smirk that hung to his thin lips made her blood curl in her veins. He had danger written all over him in big bold letters.
“Jackson,” he said, inclining his head slightly while keeping a close eye on the redhead behind him. Tess, much too aware of the hunger in his gaze, squared her chin and tried to stand up taller. He was the kind of man that could make a woman feel completely naked and vulnerable in five seconds flat, and he seemed to have no qualms about doing just that, despite the presence of the fuming warden.
“Ryder,” Jackson said, his voice cold as ice. The other man stopped a few feet from Jackson, the two measuring up to each other. Tess felt as if she was witnessing something she shouldn’t. It was like two natural powers coming together, wordlessly bucking against one another. She couldn’t help the tremble that ran through the length of her body, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Tess half-expected them to lunge for each other, roaring with rage. Instead, they glared at one another silently; though Ryder seemed to prefer looking at her. She wanted to sink behind Jackson’s back, but it felt like an incredibly childish thing to do in the company of adults.
What the hell is it about these two… she wondered, the intensity of the moment knocking her off her feet.
“Don’t you think you’re much too far, Ryder?” Jackson asked, a thinly veiled threat lingering in his tone. Ryder’s smirk hung on his expression, barely giving the ranger the attention he deserved. He licked his lips making Tess feel almost violated.
Get a grip, she told herself, taking a deep breath and extending her fingers. She hadn’t even noticed that she had
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