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felt sorry for him.
    Pete looked around and then seemed to relax his guard and took a seat on a fallen log.
    Yeah, get comfortable with your surroundings, Lynx thought.
    Big Bart grabbed his rifle. “I’m going to go give Mother Nature a what for.” And headed off into the trees.
    Lynx readied himself, inching quiet as a cat, in the direction of Beer Belly Bart.
    “Don’t be taking all day,” Pete hollered. “I want to be in that blonde’s bed by sundown.”
    Asshole. Sundown wasn’t happening until sometime in July, and no way was Lynx letting him get close to Eva.
    “No sundown, remember,” Chad pointed out.
    “It’s an expression,” Pete responded. “You’re strung too tight.”
    “Let’s just get the moose and get out of here.” Chad looked around. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
    Pete stood, drawing his gun, scanning the clearing. A porcupine swaggered slowly by. “It’s just a rodent. You need a woman worse than we do.”
    “What I need is to get this over with.”
    Not to worry, Lynx thought. It will be over with soon enough.
    He skirted the clearing, staying deep within the shadows. The forest seemed to hold its breath as he headed in the direction of Big Bart.
    The man was whizzing on a poor bush of wild rosehips. Lynx snuck up behind him, Glock already palmed, and placed the barrel at the base of Bart’s head. “Don’t move,” he growled softly.
    Bart squeaked.
    “Shake it off, and put your hands in the air,” Lynx said.
    “Shit, man. I need to shit.”
    “Not my problem, dumbass. Come on, zip it up.” Lynx waited until the man did what he said. With his hands in the air, Lynx searched him, finding a hunting knife, pepper spray, and another firearm. He was packing more than Lynx had given him credit for.
    Never underestimate your prey.
    Big Bart’s rifle leaned against a tree too far out of range. First rule of the forest, you never put your rifle out of arm’s reach even while answering a call of nature.
    “Hands behind you,” Lynx said.
    “Come on, man, all I was doing was taking a piss. Don’t tell me there’s a law against that?”
    “I’m sure the rosehips would like to file a charge. You know what this is about. You picked the wrong place to poach. Alaskans take the crime of poaching seriously.”
    “P-poaching? Man, we’re out here for a nature hike.”
    “Right. Hands behind you.”
    “Give me a break,” Bart whined. “I can’t get my hands behind me.”
    That was a problem. The man’s girth started at his shoulders and worked its way down to his gut, his legs looked fairly trim, causing him to resemble an ostrich.
    “Fine, in front then.” Though Lynx preferred the off-balance of a prisoner’s arms behind him, the man would still be restrained.
    Big Bart gave a deep sigh and put his hands together over his stomach. “I could really make this worth your time if you would forget I was here.”
    “I can’t be bribed, but I’m happy to add that to the list of charges.” Lynx zip-tied Bart’s hands together while he read him his rights. All the while Bart bitched like a PMSing woman.
    “Yo, Big Bart, what the hell’s taking you so long?” Pete hollered.
    “Run, Pete! I’ve been snagged by a trooper,” Bart bellowed.
    Shit.
    The problem was Pete didn’t run.
    Before Lynx could blink a fist slammed into his face, followed up by another to his gut. Air whooshed out of him, and he fought to stay on his feet with stars blinking overhead. He blocked another hit, but not the one to the back of his head.
    Damn. Chad, the weasel, had snuck up behind him.
    The midnight sun set behind his eyelids.

C HAPTER S IXTEEN

    Eva sat in wait for BW.
    She’d get her bra back from that reputation-ruining moose if it was the last thing she did. She’d bought apples at the lodge’s market and laid a trail back to her place. With her kitchen shears in hand, she watched BW munch away and wondered how stupid she really was to sneak up on him and cut her bra free of his antlers.
    Where the hell was Lynx? The man had tranquilizers that would come in real handy right about now.
    There had been no return calls from her messages. Yes, she was upset with herself that she’d actually left more than one. All right three. Lynx hadn’t seemed the type of man to sleep with a woman and then forget her the next day. She hadn’t figured him for a player. But then, she didn’t have the best track record with men either. So what the hell did she know?
    Case in point,