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well hidden in a thicket of thorny bushes more than a stone's throw away from the shore of the lake. There was no way that she would be able to see him.
    Still, the sight of her coming out of the wood on the path that led to her house was enough to overwhelm the bear in him once more. It was as if simply looking at her was enough to calm a part of him that had always been restless and needed to run. When she was near, there was none of that overpowering urge to escape everything that threatened to chain him down. Instead, all he wanted was to keep looking at her.
    She was gorgeous. The way she moved, hips swaying, hair tousled by the wind, made something inside him feel all breathless. She was as much at home in the forest as he was. The loneliness of her house by the lake didn't bother her.
    She was carrying a fishing rod in one hand, and a book in the other. His sensitive nose could make out coconut-scented sunscreen. As he watched, she walked down the small wooden pier, and then climbed into the little boat tied there.
    Steven huffed in relief.
    Good. Out on the lake, she'd be safe. The jaguar wouldn't follow her into the water. It seemed intent on hiding in the forest; he'd never seen it swim out into the lake.
    Also, this meant that he had no reason to stay around and watch, because she'd made it safely into the boat. So if he'd watched her to make sure the jaguar wouldn't attack, that meant that he could move on now and get back to his clothes...
    Or we could wait for our mate to return, his bear suggested.
    Steven tensed at the word.
    We're here to work, he replied silently and ignored his bear's unhappy growl.
    Instead, he pointedly turned his back to the lake, and then began to make his way out of the thorny thicket from which he had watched her. He still had a bit of a walk left to where his clothes were hidden. And he had absolutely no reason to linger.
    Ha, his bear snorted once more.

Chapter Three
Cleo
     
    Cleo stretched lazily. Her book was resting on her lap. She felt pleasantly warm and relaxed. She'd drifted on the lake for an hour in her boat, with her fishing rod propped up beside her. She'd gotten lucky right away and pulled out a trout that she planned to grill for dinner later on—but since then, no fish had bitten.
    She didn't mind, though. She'd decided to go fishing because she needed a break from the endless repairs and scrubbing of the house. An hour or two on the lake seemed like the perfect excuse to read a bit and enjoy the sunshine. And out here, she didn't even have to feel bad because of the roaming jaguar.
    "I wonder if he caught him yet," she murmured, her eyes turning towards the shore.
    Everything was quiet and peaceful. There were trees and hills as far as she could see. On the other side of the lake, she could make out wooden piers and the roofs of the houses Jeremiah Higgins had bought to turn into luxury retreats.
    There was no sign at all that a dangerous animal was roaming the forest. She still wasn't quite sure whether she really believed that story—but then, it had been vetted by the police.
    She sighed. "Better safe than sorry…"
    And it wasn't as if she had planned on day-long hiking tours through the forest. She'd come with the intention to hole up in the house and give it all the scrubbing, painting and polishing it needed, and then use what time remained to draw.
    So far she’d done a lot of scrubbing, and almost no drawing. The one time she'd taken up her pen and sketchbook again, she ended up sketching the naked body of the stranger in her pond. It had embarrassed her so much that she'd slapped her sketchbook close in horror as soon as she’d realized what she’d done.
    At least it's better than drawing Walter...
    A splashing sound broke through her thoughts.
    She quickly grabbed her fishing rod as something began to pull on the line. It took her several minutes until she managed to get her catch into the boat—it was another rainbow trout, but this one was almost