Free Bear Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire Book 2) by T. S. Joyce

wolves?”
    Jenner narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at her, then suddenly became very busy unpacking saddlebags.
    “Okay then,” she muttered, dismounting. “Fantastic conversation.”
    Gunner was apparently too tired to give her any shit as she unsaddled him, and when the beast was freed from his restraints, he headed to a long trough that was filled with recent rainwater. Jenner carried a ridiculously heavy amount of their supplies in his arms while she carried the pack of camera equipment.
    Jenner didn’t talk to her while they built the tent, and he didn’t say a word when he disappeared toward the sound of running water with a bucket. He didn’t even strike up a conversation while he built a fire or cooked butter-soaked potatoes in foil and skewers of beef and vegetables over the open flame. All the while, he did his best to ignore her completely. She waited to see that striking flash of blue in his eyes, but she never did.
    Lena pulled on her jacket and settled in to sketch in her notebook while the fire crackled and sparked against the darkening night.
    She thought she could feel his eyes on her now and again, but when she looked up, his attention was always on the flames.
    “It’s best this way,” he muttered, elbows on his knees as he sat on one of the logs by the fire. And there was that blue, at last. “I wasn’t professional before.”
    Pursing her lips, she nodded her head. “Professional.”
    “Yeah, professional. This is my job. It’s what I love to do, and you should know I haven’t ever done that with a woman I’ve taken out before. I lost my head.”
    “Me, too.”
    “I shouldn’t have told you about Brea.”
    “Jenner! I get it, okay? Please don’t sit here and talk about how you regret every conversation we’ve had. I haven’t talked about Adam either, but for fuck’s sake, I’m not taking it back. It felt good for a minute, sharing that part of myself with someone else. I understand. I really do. If you have to ignore me to get us back to a guide-client relationship, fine. But don’t make me feel bad for having a vulnerable moment with you.”
    After a few awkward minutes, Jenner cleared his throat. “So, what have you photographed before?” The question was stiff and formal and made her want to curl her lip up in a snarl. It was a distancing question, but she was tired and sore from the saddle and wholly uninterested in back-peddling with the baffling man tonight.
    Lena shook her head and went back to sketching. “Fuck off, Jenner.”
    “What are you sketching?”
    Lena frowned down at the picture of Jenner’s face. She was currently shading his eyes. They looked empty and distant, but his dark brows were drawn down as if he were lost in thought. “Wolves.”
    He gripped a metal mug in his hands and sighed. “I can hear a lie.”
    “Great for you,” she snapped, slamming the sketchbook closed and shoving it into her satchel. “And you can growl and smell moose and tell when I’m on my period and turn off your warmth like a switch. Color me impressed. I’m going to wash up in the creek.” She snatched her backpack and strode off into the trees toward the sound of gurgling water.
    Behind her, the clang of a metal cup smashing against a tree echoed through the quiet forest. She tossed a glance over her shoulder, but Jenner was standing with his back to her, his hands linked behind his head, looking up at the sky. His shoulders looked tense and his silhouette rigid. If he was pissed, so what? She’d slowly burned in his silence all day. They’d shared a monumental moment earlier, and then he’d emotionally shoved her away. This sucked. It was an awful feeling right now, knowing the rest of the trip would be like this. Torture.
    There was a thin trail that led to the dark sandbank of the river. Her boots squished across the damp earth until she reached the gently lapping waves. In the distance, thunder rolled and the clouds lit up with a flash of lightning. The storm was