gang, effectively distracting everyone. Balin nodded at the other two and they headed toward her door. Jared paused beside her on his way out. “Hey, sorry about the bad joke."
She found it hard to resist his apology although she would've far rather nursed her resentment in his case. The man was just too damned handsome for any woman's good. She shook her head. “It's alright. It's just ... hard to be taken seriously, but I feel like my work is important."
Balin stopped outside her door and studied her for a long moment. “We've got booze and music if you're interested in a little company. There doesn't seem to be much here to entertain if you're not in to fishing."
Danika actually regretted having to turn him down, even though she knew his suggestion was a very bad idea. She smiled but shook her head. “I'll probably be up most of the night watching for my wolf."
His face hardened abruptly. “Your wolf?"
She shrugged. “I'll be surprised if he comes back, to be honest, but he's been around the cabin several times since I arrived. I've tried to tag him, twice, but he always manages to ditch the locator."
He nodded, thoughtfully, but his frown was an indication his thoughts weren't good ones. “Do you have a gun?"
Danika gaped at him. “I've got a tranq gun."
His lips thinned. “I meant one that fires bullets,” he said dryly.
Danika found her own temper rising. “I try to observe and learn what I can about the animals. I don't try to kill them."
"You observe wild animals, Dani—and that means they're dangerous. At any given moment you could find yourself the hunted instead of the hunter,” he growled. “If a wolf has been hanging around your cabin, chances are he isn't looking to play."
She stared after him as he stalked back across the narrow yard that separated their cabins and finally went inside when she discovered that the other gang members were watching her watch Balin.
The sense of restlessness Danika felt after Balin had left was something new. Trying to work it off, she went to sort the supplies she'd bought. Jared and Xavier had put up most of it—what would actually fit in the cabinets provided for groceries and the small under counter refrigerator. She found places to stow the rest, reflecting that going shopping when her mind was somewhere else was as bad as trying to be practical about grocery shopping when one was hungry. She'd bought way more ‘comfort’ food than she should've.
She was still restless when she'd finished and discovered she hadn't been able to nurse her irritation with Balin or Jared very well either. She was more accustomed to people not understanding, not approving, or just dismissing her work as a ‘hobby’ than she was the opposite. It would've been a pleasant surprise if they hadn't had attitude about it. The fact that they did was just a minor annoyance given how much flack she'd taken over the years.
She'd been trying to log notes for her field report since she'd arrived, but she'd had so little success so far that she quickly realized there wasn't much point in staring at the damned notes. She couldn't think of anything to add. Settling with the stacks of articles she'd collected from other researchers, she began trying to read through them again in search of suggestions, but her mind kept wandering.
Finally, she put them down and simply sat staring out the window.
She hated to admit it, even to herself, but she knew what the restlessness was all about. There were five drop dead gorgeous men next door, built like athletes, and her hormones were pinging around in her brain and turning it to mush. Reason might keep her ass planted firmly in her own cabin, but it wasn't going to make any of the yearning building inside of her go away.
Worse, the drugs circulating her system were eroding reason. At the