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prancing, and the flinging of said phone, she seemed to be experiencing signal issues. Not uncommon depending on her carrier.
    Worldwide coverage to a phone provider meant worldwide cities, not icy plateaus in the arctic. A fact the woman was realizing—and sniffling over.
    Such a useless reaction. Crying wouldn’t solve her problem. Sitting on her butt wouldn’t either. Then again, what else could she do? At this point she needed a hero to rescue her.
    Sigh.
    I’m not a fucking hero.
    But he also couldn’t just let her sit there. Why, he couldn’t have said. He totally admitted he was a dick. The first to volunteer if someone needed violence accomplished or mayhem to explode. And totally into the whole vengeance gig.
    Rescuing stupid women who went off on their own, ill equipped, not prepared and unlucky beyond belief? Someone else’s job.
    What if there is no someone else? How long before someone noticed she’d gone missing? Before a search party was sent out?
    Could she survive the coming cold of night? Fend off any possible wild animals? Because Gene wasn’t the only thing with teeth and claws that roamed the frozen plains.
    Another big sigh.
    I don’t fucking believe I’m about to do this. Into the frigid water he slid, which he didn’t mind given his polar bear packed an insulating layer that kept him from freezing to death.
    Paddling over to the sea shelf, he couldn’t help but note when she realized he approached. Her eyes grew wide behind her crooked glasses, and she keeled over.
    She fainted. Again. Did the girl not have a courageous bone in her body? He knew not all women were so weak-hearted.
    From what he’d heard through the rumor mill, Reid’s human mate, Tammy, had taken on his Kodiak bear form armed with only a frying pan. As for poised and blonde Jan? She never went anywhere unarmed. Gene’s less-than-intrepid researcher? She took a nap.
    She so doesn’t belong out here. Especially not alone.
    As Gene emerged from the sea, he shook himself, sending droplets of water flying. He couldn’t help but think that at least if she remained unconscious she’d probably make his annoying rescue of her much easier. Hysterical women grated on his nerves.
    But speaking of rescue, exactly how would he get her up the hill? In his bear form, he couldn’t exactly carry her, and yet, in his human form, which would entail nudity in freezing temperatures—which he could handle for a little while before suffering—he would have the same problem she did in clambering up the incline.
    He would need the traction his paws and claws could give him, which meant dragging her.
    Fuck I hope no one is around to tape this. He could just imagine the YouTube sensation.
    Polar Bear drags unconscious woman off to its lair.
    He preferred headlines more along the lines of Polar bear eats idiot who thought he could videotape him and post the fucking thing online.
    It soon became apparent that dragging her uphill was going to have more challenges than expected. Such as how to do it without trampling her. She was a tad larger than a fish. A lot more fragile than a seal. And since the whole purpose behind his act was to keep her alive, bouncing her head off the ice might not prove the best recourse.
    With a growl, he shifted shapes and stood, hands on his hips, glaring down at her.
    “What am I going to do with you?” he muttered aloud.
    She would, of course, take that moment to flutter her eyes open, blink, take in his appearance, and then, instead of screaming as expected, replied, in a slurred voice, “Wow. Can I suggest you do me?”
    Well, that was unexpected. He surely misunderstood. “What the fuck did you say?”
    She squinted, her glasses lost or tucked away. “You are naked.”
    “Very.”
    “Why?”
    “Why what?”
    “Why are you naked? It’s cold out here.” As if to make that point clear, she shivered. “So cold.”
    He held in yet another sigh. “You need to get somewhere warm before you die.”
    “You