kiss. Then a date.
“Oh shit. How are we going to date her?” he asked.
“I’ve already gotten that one figured.” Nolan had a huge grin on his face.
“Yes? What?”
“Remember she said she hadn’t been camping since Girl Scouts but that she wouldn’t mind going in summer?”
“No. Oh, yes, yes I do. It was back on, like, the very first day.”
“We’ll take her to our pack lands, borrow a tent, and go way out to a distant corner of the land, build her a campfire, and so on. I know the Alpha will agree because he wants us to be nice to her. If she agrees to mate us he’ll be ecstatic. There’s no way he’d object to us camping there or to letting us use pack equipment.”
Ethan punched Nolan on the upper arm. “Excellent plan.” Suddenly he felt more confident. He was convinced that together he and Nolan would find where they needed to get to. He knew now he could deal with the interviews. If there were things he didn’t know, he could write them down and ask Georgia when she wasn’t busy. And he had a plan to kiss her and demonstrate his desire to care for her. Then, if that went well, they’d take her on a date. Things were looking mighty fine from where he stood tonight.
Chapter Three
To Nolan, it seemed that the pack they visited first on this second trip was very similar to his other experience. The Alpha and his mate welcomed them, and the senior citizens were happy to see them and had thought of things to tell them they’d previously forgotten, as well as answering all their questions. Then new information flooded to them, exciting the entire team.
One old man explained it well. “Before we knew about the family history project, we tended to think on our own stories and remember them. But once we heard about the genealogy research, it made us think of other stories, ones we might have only heard once or twice at family reunions or weddings and funerals. It made us think hard, and together we’ve remembered people we’d forgotten had existed.”
But the huge advance was a little rhyme an old lady recited to them.
When two are in the garden,
A son will soon make three.
When three are in the garden
You’ll be blessed with a family.
“We’d never really thought about it before,” she said.
“As soon as Mary remembered it, we realized we’d heard it, too. But not since we were small children,” added a man.
Mary spoke over him. “We also feel it has a different meaning. A hidden one for adults only. It’s not saying that families usually have a son at all.”
“It’s saying that if the adults form a ménage they’ll have more children,” the old man cut back in again.
“And that’s why our pack never died out,” Mary finished.
Nolan was still trying to keep an enormous smile off his face, as Georgia asked quietly, “Can any of you remember a family that might have been a ménage?”
“You have to understand we were only small children at the time.”
“It’s a very long time ago.”
“Several families had daughters, so it might be true.”
Later, Nolan and Ethan interviewed various people while Georgia concentrated on interviewing Mary. But just the thought that some packs might have had ménages in the past was an incredibly momentous step forward for the genealogy project.
Instead of the seniors going home early, as had happened before, everyone sat around talking until late at night, discussing their ancestors, trying to pinpoint if there had been any ménages in this pack. Finally the Alpha had called a halt to the evening. Some women brought hot chocolate around for everyone to drink, and the Alpha said, “That’s enough for tonight. You don’t want to be too tired to concentrate on your interviews tomorrow. Put a notepad and pen beside your bed tonight in case you think of anything new, and then go to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll start again at nine.”
At the Cottlesloe pack they’d all stayed in the main house. This time they were