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welcome. But if I’m supposed to call you Isabelle, you need to call me Wyatt.”
    “All right.” She wagged a finger at him. “If we’re going to be friends now then I feel comfortable saying you shouldn’t have taken such a foolish risk.”.
    He shook his head. “You could have stopped at thank you.”
    “True. But I’m willing to bet there are very few people who tell you when you’re being a butt head.”
    “A butt head? How was I being a butt head?” His eyes were wide with shock.
    She crossed her arms over her chest. “By confronting that bear unarmed.”
    “Who said I was unarmed?” he grumbled.
    “I don’t see a shotgun on you.”
    He pulled a small gun-like device out of his belt. “I had this.”
    She looked into his outstretched hand. “What is that? A Nerf gun?”
    “It’s a Taser.”
    “Like what the police use? Wouldn’t a Taser just make the bear mad?”
    He chuckled. “A normal Taser, yes. Mine is designed for wildlife. It packs a much bigger punch.”
    “I didn’t know such a thing existed.”
    “I’m surprised. You’ve spent time in the field. Surely some of your colleagues have something similar.”
    “Mavis carried a Taser, but hers looked like an oversized lighter.”
    “Those wouldn’t do you much good against a bear.”
    “I wouldn’t think so,” she mumbled as she resumed her search for undamaged supplies.
    “Do you need any help?”
    “I haven’t looked close enough yet, but I may need help with those poles.”
    “All right. Let’s see how bad it is.”
    They worked together pulling her things out of the way and disassembled the supports the bear had fallen against. Surprisingly, Wyatt was rather helpful. A little bossy. But no worse than her brother.
    Each time she brushed up against him, a ripple of electricity zinged through her body.
    By the time they finished, her panties were damp and she barely had a leash on her need to explore his tonsils with her tongue. At least they’d managed to return her canopy to its rightful place.
    She put a bit of distance between them. “Once again, I appear to be in your debt.”
    “I’ll tell you how you can repay me.”
    She lifted her brow in question, “How’s that?”
    He grinned. “I’m a sucker for hobo breakfast casserole.”
    That was not what she expected to hear. Disappointment trickled through her. “Really?”
    He stepped close. “It’s been a while since I’ve had any, though. What about you?”
    She blinked and tried to focus on what he’d said. “Uh, same here.”
    “So, what do you say? Breakfast tomorrow?”
    “Um, sure. I could do that.” Butterflies flitted around in her belly.
    His smile grew. “Excellent. How about if I bring juice?”
    “Okay.”
    His amber eyes reminded her of aged bourbon.
    Before she knew what was happening, she leaned into him. Their lips met, and her senses went on overload. He tasted minty with a hint of coffee. She melted against him.
    His hand slid up her spine and pulled her closer. Tipping his head, he deepened the kiss.
    Isabelle whimpered. She’d never been kissed so thoroughly. Even her toes tingled. She gripped the front of his shirt in a desperate attempt to ground herself.
    When he pulled away, it took a moment for her eyes to focus. Wyatt watched her with a curious expression on his face.
    “I, uh….” She bit her lip.
    “I should probably go,” he said gruffly.
    She nodded.
    Still he didn’t release her. “You need to get to the store.”
    She blinked, unable to find any words.
    “I need to check a few other campsites.”
    “Okay,” she said.
    Finally, he took a step back. “Do you think you can find your way to Rapid City, or do you need directions?”
    “I, uh, I have a GPS.”
    “Good.” He gave her a look that could have melted butter in the middle of winter. “See you in the morning, then.”
    “Yes. Tomorrow.”
    He turned and sauntered into the trees. She watched until he disappeared then turned her attention to the mess the