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“She followed Denny around town to all his gigs for three weeks, quietly stalking him until he was so head over heels in l—”
    “That’s good,” Denison said, his furious gaze dipping to the toe of his boots as he leaned against a make-shift buffet table made of rough, unstained wood.
    “Wait, you and Denison dated?” Brooke asked, eyes round as a disbelieving smile crooking her lips.
    Danielle was going to kill Mr. Reynolds. Slowly. “Yes,” she choked out, then cleared her throat. “For a minute.”
    “Can I talk to you?” Denison ground out. “Alone?”
    “Probably best.” Danielle set her plate on her seat and followed Denison’s receding back.
    He didn’t stop until he reached a trailer with the number 1015 over the door. He scaled the porch stairs and threw open the screen door, which banged closed right in front of her.
    “Sorry,” he muttered as he pushed it open again and waved her inside.
    The entryway led to a small living area off an even smaller kitchen. Everything was clean and tidy, in its place. “Is this your house?”
    “Yeah,” he said, throwing his hands up. “And now you’re here in my place making it smell like you so that I’ll literally never be able to escape you. So this was an awful idea on my part, bringing you in here.”
    “Do you want me to leave?”
    “Yes, Danielle.” Denison gripped his hips and sighed, then turned his back on her and ran his hands through his hair. “And no. I don’t know.” He collapsed onto a couch that sat in the middle of the living room, long legs folded and knees spread wide. “Why are you here?”
    Honesty was best. “I’m here for a job. I was told this morning my job now depends on you.”
    “On me? What kind of job?”
    “I graduated in December and started combing job listings for something in my field. The beetle infestation has been a problem up here, and some big-wig wants research done on the effects on the land around here. He hired me and one other person, Darren, to begin our research to tell him just how badly the area is affected, and to try to come up with solutions that will preserve the ecosystem here. Apparently, I need a guide.”
    “Can’t do it.”
    Danielle took a seat on the brown micro-suede loveseat that sat next to the couch and asked, “Why not?”
    “Because it’s you. Do you really think it’s a smart idea for us to spend time together? You couldn’t stand to be around me for five minutes yesterday before running off. I know the area, but this is fire and gasoline, Danielle. I don’t think we should mix them, if you know what I mean. And anyway, I’m on a tight deadline with my crew, and Tagan isn’t going to be able to spare me. Best you go and find someone you have a shot at not hating at the end of the day. Someone who has more time and energy for whatever hunt for an ecosystem beetle cure you’re on. It ain’t me you want for this little adventure. Tell your boss I’m sorry, but the answer is no.”

Chapter Four
    Disappointment and relief swirled through her chest as she let his answer wash over her. He’d denied her. It had been a monstrous mountain to climb just to work up the courage to come here tonight, but at least she’d tried. Environmentalists didn’t find steady work easily, and especially not jobs that were offering to pay what Reynolds had, but was it worth feeling the depth of the pain she and Denison had caused each other?
    Denison couldn’t hold her gaze and cracked his knuckles softly against the heavy silence in the room.
    She thought not. Nothing was worth this kind of pain that was slashing through her insides, and from the way Denison’s eyebrows drew down, and his eyes dimmed, she wasn’t the only one hurt by this reunion.
    “I’m sorry I came.” She shrugged, unsure of how to word the mass of emotion roiling against her chest cavity. “I didn’t mean to hurt either one of us. I just…Well, it doesn’t matter.”
    “You just what?” Denison lifted