Page 11 of Wrong Turn, Right Bear
Damn, he’d picked up on that. “I’ll make sure there are no wild animals in the vicinity of the hotel.”
“Please tell me you’re not going to kill the wolf?” He gulped. “Yes, I was scared but that animal was just guided by instinct.”
“I can assure you I will not kill it.”
“Or trap it?” His frantic voice had me wondering what else was going on in that head of his.
“No.”
“Then what?”
Gods, he was like a dog with a bone and he wouldn’t let it go. It was my fault for saying what I did.
“The wolf might have ventured out of its territory.” I jangled my keys and turned toward my pickup as a way of ending the conversation.
“Okay.”
I hated having my back to him, especially as he’d been traumatized.
He’s human. Be nicer. My bear was peeved at my attitude.
“But I suggest you take a relaxing hot bath, eat dinner, and get an early night.”
“About tomorrow?”
I had other clients in the zip lining class and couldn’t cancel but I was free for a few hours in the early afternoon.
“I propose an activity where there is no physical exertion, only a great view and it includes yummy treats.”
“Okaayyy,” he said slowly. I could almost see his mind whirring as to what I was suggesting.
“A picnic.”
“Will it be with a large group?”
“Nope.” I popped that P hard. “Just us.”
And me, my bear added.
Theo’s cheeks flushed and the pink bloomed down his chest, disappearing behind his shirt. How I longed to discover where it ended.
“It’s a date.” His face crumpled and he slapped a hand over his mouth. “Not a date date just a…”
“Rendezvous.”
“Yeah.” Relief slid over his features as I saved his ass. His gorgeous ass that I longed to slide my hands over and squeeze.
I arranged to collect him at one tomorrow and said he had to rest in the morning, not so much for his blisters and scrapes—those wouldn’t be a problem by tomorrow thanks to the salve I’d applied—but for theterror he’d experienced after being confronted by a wolf.
Shit. I shouldn’t leave him alone this evening. He might curl up in a ball and cry all night.
“On second thought let’s make that a two-fer.”
“A what now?”
“I owe you an apology for what happened to you. Let me try and make it up to you. Dinner?”
He sniffed under one arm. “I probably stink.”
