and test its fixings. Then the men backed off across the cove to join two other researchers there. Nearer to them a couple of other seals looking after a group of babies shifted nervously from side to side.
Grant held his breath.
These werenât bull seals, but females could still give a nasty bite and they were known to carry toxic bacteria in their mouths. One bad contact and Kate would be under medical attention for the rest of her three months. Even he knew that, and it had been twenty years. She worked with these animals every day.
What the hell was she thinking?
Below him, Kate seemed to gather herself for a moment,and then in one lithe move she sprang sideways, rolling and crashing onto the rocky outcrop as the seal lurched away from her into the sea and disappeared under the waves. Grant felt the crack of bone against rock from his eagle-nest position, and was sure he heard her agonised groan as she flopped over onto her back and stared up at the sky.
Right at him.
From his high position, he could see the small track he used to take to get down to the water where it came out near the waterline of the rocky inlet known as Daveâs Cove. Two decades dissolved away as muscle memory took him to where he knew the top opening of that trail was. It was a lot harder getting down as a grown man than it had been as a fearless, fleet-footed boy but he stumbled out onto the rocky base just as Kate was pulling off an elbow pad. Bloody scrapes marred those perfect legs.
Adrenaline made itself known at last. âWhat the hell was that?â he growled.
She stopped, stunned. Three of her team looked up. âWhat?â
âSeal-riding is part of your research protocols, is it?â
Her mouth dropped open. âI wasnât riding it, I was restraining it.â
âKitted out in rollerblading gear?â
She stopped and looked down at herself for a moment, astonished. Then she straightened and stared at him as though he were mad. Which at this moment heâd be prepared to believe.
âI got back from your place and Stella was onshore. Weâve been waiting to get her alone for a week now. I didnât have time to change into overalls.â
That was when he noticed the rest of her team was dressed alike in terrible blue overalls. At least, it could be blue, under all the filth. Hard to tell.
âWhat were you doing to her?â His seals. From years ago. His seals. Just when he would have sworn he didnât care for any part of this farm.
âWe were fixing the TDR to her back. Sheâll carry it for the next monthâ
Feeling like an idiot didnât help his mood any, and it was starting to sink in that heâd made a mistake. A big one. He frowned, but softened his voice with effort. âThe what?â
She eyed him cautiously. âTime-depth recorder. It collects data on their foraging habits.â
He looked out to sea where Stella had disappeared and then back at Kate. An odd feeling very close to grudging respect began to nibble in his belly. âThat was dangerous, Kate.â
âDonât worry, youâre not liable; we have our own insurance. We know what weâre doing. And it doesnât hurt her.â At his sceptical look, she relented. âWell, maybe her pride. A little. Sheâll forgive me; they always do. Theyâre very resilient. Weâve been doing this a couple of times a month for two years.â
âSo this is what you do down here? Track seals?â
Kate laughed and someone on the other side of the cove joined her. âUh, no. That was the exciting part.â She glanced at the huddling young who were starting to relax again now that the drama was over. They opened their dark mouths in a belated show of group bravery. âSometimes we catch up the pups to weigh them and check their condition. But mostly we just take samples.â
âSamples?â
Kate stripped the other elbow pad off but left the knee pads