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have a way with the ladies.”
    Eva sank farther behind her menu. A way with the ladies? How many ladies? Maybe he wasn’t as invested in their relationship as she realized she was.
    Had she jumped from one doomed relationship to another? You couldn’t call what she’d done a pattern because she hadn’t fallen for another gay man. Lynx was as straight as a birch tree. But could he be just entertaining himself with her? And where the hell was he anyway?
    “Have you decided what to order?” Bree asked, trying her hardest to keep a straight face. She’d heard those old sourdoughs too. Damn it.
    Eva slapped the menu down on the table. It wasn’t in her to hide like some simpering female. “I want the moose steak. Rare.”

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    Crap, there were three of them.
    How was he going to take down three poachers? Lynx settled back on his haunches, hiding deep within the diamond willow and watched. He needed to catch them unawares, and so far they’d been pretty damn aware.
    He should have known it was Chad Diamond bringing in hunters on Refuge land. Damn idiot, he knew better than to risk poaching. They’d put him away for good this time. The other two men Lynx didn’t recognize. Knowing Chad, he was hiring out as a guide and charging a king’s ransom.
    One man was big, well over six feet, probably as tall as Lynx was, somewhere in his forties, but that beer belly would slow him down. The other worried Lynx a little more. About ten years younger than Beer Belly, he had a military stance and comfortable manner in which he held his rifle as though it were an extension of his limbs. He wore camo cargo pants with a big knife strapped to his belt, along with a handgun. Lynx figured he probably had a smaller one strapped to his ankle. Yeah, he’d be the one to worry about. Chad would most likely run for the hills.
    Lynx had found their truck where his informant had said it was and parked right next to it. Not leaving anything to chance, he’d disabled the late 80’s pick-up by taking out the distributor cap and hiding it in the woods. He snapped pictures of the butchered moose head already lying in the bed of the truck, sickened over the needless waste for a fucking trophy to hang on some idiot’s wall. He’d tracked them into the woods from there. Now he sat, ignoring the protesting of his muscles as he blended into the foliage around him.
    The evidence indicated a snatch and grab. The trio had no camping equipment, and didn’t build a fire to cook their lunch as they rested and ate MREs.
    Lynx slowly slid his cell phone from his pocket. One bar. Pretty soon he wouldn’t have that. He texted his trooper buddy in Fairbanks and sent his GPS coordinates. Chances were this would be all over with by the time Nate could get here. Lynx was on his own, but that didn’t really bother him. He did most of his job alone.
    He waited. One thing about stopping for lunch, their next step would be to relieve themselves. Then he’d catch them with their pants down.
    Beer Belly was the first to stand, spitting and hiking up his belt.
    “Fucking-a, Pete,” Beer Belly said. “As soon as we bag that other moose I’m going to get me some of that honey at the Lodge. Did you see the lips on that native? They’re going to look might purty around my pecker.” He turned to Chad. “Whatdaya say her name was?”
    “Raven,” Chad answered, tearing off another bite of jerky.
    Lynx steeled himself to remain where he was and not gut the man where he stood.
    “But if I were you, I’d leave her alone,” Chad continued. “She’s got a badass of a brother who also happens to be the Refuge Officer.”
    Whom they were about to meet. At least Chad was showing some sense. Dumbass. Breaking bread with these men.
    “Naw,” Pete said, relaxing his stance a little. He’d yet to sit. “You can go for the native, Big Bart. I want a taste of that sweet little blonde nurse. Bet she’s a hellcat in the sack.”
    Yeah, he had to die.
    “You can’t be dipping your wicks in Chatanika,” Chad said, with a shake of his head. “Bad enough you’ve been hanging out there. We bag that second bull moose, and you get the fuck out of town, and forget you were ever here. No dawdling.”
    “Relax, Chad,” Big Bart said. “We’re savvy enough to bag more than one trophy on this trip.” Big Bart gave a raunchy laugh along with a few hip thrusts. Pete joined in with a more sedate chuckle while Chad shook his head again.
    Lynx almost