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bear had left behind.
    She took a steading breath.
    Hoo boy . That kiss would be staying with her for a while.
    Perhaps the last few months of celibacy had not been a good idea. Here she was, ready to wrestle the first guy who kissed her to the ground and strip his clothes off.
    She fanned herself and focused on what she needed to do.
    Yes. Focus.
    Trash bags. She needed to buy trash bags from the store.

 
     
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    Wyatt’s meeting with Drew went as expected. He wanted Isabelle watched. Closely. Two of the younger pack members would be enlisted to make her stay “uncomfortable.” Nothing overt. Nothing dangerous, but definitely annoying. And Drew wanted as much information about her as Wyatt could gather.
    In short, Wyatt needed to cozy up to her and find out what she was doing, what information she might be gathering and why. Drew also wanted to be notified the minute it became clear she presented a threat to the pack.
    This morning’s breakfast would be the perfect opportunity to learn what he could.
    He parked next to her Jeep, then got out and listened to everything around him. It was a habit. Nature told a great many things, but most people didn’t take the time to listen. In this case, all appeared well.
    As he neared her trailer, the smell of breakfast sausage greeted him. Isabelle sat at her table, working on her laptop.
    “Good morning,” he called, so he wouldn’t startle her.
    She looked up from her computer. “Good morning.”
    The smile she gave him made his heart skip a beat. “Are you working or playing this morning?” He indicated her laptop with a dip of his head.
    “Actually, neither. I keep a journal.” She wrinkled her nose. “Kind of old-fashioned but it helps me sort through things, and it acts as a log in case I need to remember details of my work. So I guess it’s part personal and part work.” She closed the lid and set the device aside. “How are you this morning?”
    “Good. Thank you.” He held up the jug he carried. “I brought juice.”
    “Oh, good. Thanks.” She pointed to the other end of the table. “Just set it over there. Coffee is ready so help yourself.”
    “You seem to be in a good mood. Did you have an exciting evening?” Even as the words left his mouth, the implication struck him. His Wolf growled at the thought that she may not have spent the night alone.
    “Well kind of. I went for a walk after I returned from my shopping trip, and I stumbled across a small herd of antelope. Fortunately, I saw them soon enough and hid so I could study them for a while. But something startled them and they took off. Very exciting though. We don’t have antelope in Georgia.”
    He smiled, understanding her excitement. “We have a herd of buffalo also. Did you know that?”
    She stood and motioned him toward the campfire. There were two blankets on the ground next to the fire, and he noticed she’d cooked their meal over an open flame. Impressive.
    “I had read there were some.” She tilted her head. “Where can they usually be found?”
    “There’s a section of land northeast of here where they roam. A friend of mine also owns a ranch and raises them. He has one of the largest herds in the state. I can take you up there if you’d like.”
    “Don’t you have to work?”
    He shrugged and took a seat where she had indicated. “Yeah, but part of my job requires me to check in with the people who work with the animals and make sure everything’s all right. I haven’t checked on George in a few weeks.”
    “Is that your friend with the ranch?” She sat on the blanket next to him.
    “Yes. He also coordinates the buffalo roundup they have when the herd gets too big.”
    “How many do they have?” She reached for the lid on the skillet.
    “I’m not certain anymore. Used to be over a thousand head.”
    “I don’t want to take you away from your duties, but I would love to see the buffalo and have a chance to talk to some of the people who