“You’re probably not going to need that,” he said, nodding toward the ax.
“It’s August,” she shot back. “And this is Alaska. You have to be prepared for everything.”
He shrugged but had to hand it to her. She was in good shape, was well equipped and had managed, so far, not to get herself lost or killed.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Hmm?” He caught himself staring at her mouth. Her lips had relaxed again, and she’d wet them unconsciously with her tongue.
“Why…are…you…here?” Enunciating each word, Wendy pantomimed sign language in his face.
He snapped to attention, irritated at himself for noticing her mouth at all, and her eyes, not to mention those cute little feet encased in top-grain leather. He wondered how her blisters were doing. “I…I’m here because you can’t go in there alone, permit or no permit.”
“Why not?” She stiffened, every muscle in her face taut, daring him to come up with a reason that would hold water.
He couldn’t. At least not any reason that wouldn’t sound stupid or steeped in emotion. Like the fact that she was a woman, alone. Whether a person was well equipped or not, the reserve was one of the wildest, most rugged places on the planet. There were animals, bears—
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