Grounding Gracus (First Wave Book 6)
as she tried to keep her eyes averted from the most impressive package she’d ever seen on a man.
    When she’d first seen him, she assumed that someone that large had to be on steroids and it would be obvious in the small size of his manhood. But the second she’d pulled him away from the baby bear that was covering the front of him, it was glaringly obvious that this man was not an abuser… of that particular drug at least.
    Rebecca felt her face flush and used her hand to fan the cooler air around her cheeks to lessen it. Whew! she thought, even now the guy was really potent. She briefly thought about using the radio to call Blanche and see how the guy was doing, but knew it was pointless this far down the river.
    Oh well , she thought. She had no time for a potential fling with a tourist. Not that he’d be interested in her anyway. She was far too plain to ever capture the attention of a man like that, she thought.
    Rebecca knew she was passably pretty. But her mousy brown hair, plain brown eyes and too thin figure could never attract a man who looked like that. Not that she had time for any man, she thought with a grimace. With the season coming up, she’d be on the river almost continuously… damn, why was she even thinking about this?
    Ugh … she thought trying to chase the crazy guy out of her head as she pulled her burning dinner out of the fire. She sucked on her burned fingers and cursed. Damn, she really needed to get her head in what she was doing. It was too dangerous out here for her to be distracted with some naked fool, who she would never see again and who was so stoned he would never remember her either.
    The guy had been so out of it, he’d called the bear his mate. A bear! And who used words like that? She thought as she opened the package of food she’d only wanted to heat and ended up burning into a mass of charred and inedible crap.
    Rebecca sighed and grabbed a couple of protein bars, vowing to catch some fish for breakfast to make up for her lack of dinner. If she kept making stupid mistakes like this, she’d have to head back early and she didn’t want to do that. She’d been planning this trip all winter and was excited about trying to find the caves.
    She washed down the protein bars with some water and gathered up her mess, putting it away so it wouldn’t attract any more bears. Rebecca figured she’d seen more than enough of them on this trip. A little too up close and personally.
    Stop! She screamed at herself. Every damn thought did not have to lead back to the naked stranger, she thought as she chastised herself. Rebecca forced all thoughts from her mind save checking her gear and supplies before bedding down for the night.
    Wanting to get an early start and figuring she could forget about the guy in her sleep, Rebecca headed into her tent and crawled into her sleeping bag. She shuffled around inside for a few minutes, trying to ramp up the warmth with her movements and body heat as she tried to force her mind to think of anything other than the fool and his bear friends.
    As Rebecca lay there in the dark, watching the firelight play shadow tricks on the tent, her last thoughts before finally drifting off to sleep were of a sexy stranger that she couldn’t seem to get out of her head.
    *****
    The binoculars stayed fixed on the lone female until she went into her tent. After several minutes of no movement, Blint assumed she was asleep and he crept farther up the mountain to the others.
    “The female is sleeping, we can easily sneak down there and take her out,” he suggested with a grin, thinking he could have some fun with her first.
    His leader backhanded him across the face and Blint held his now battered cheek in his hand as he glared at Jalorn who was growling at him.
    “Don’t be stupid! She is well known around here and if she went missing or was found dead, they would have the whole damn town out here looking for her! We leave her the hell alone and keep moving. Dagog

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