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Sarandon called. “I wanted to drop by and see how you’re doing.”
    Eric groaned. He didn’t need anyone checking up on him. Especially when he felt this bad. He’d rather suffer without alarming anyone because he knew he’d soon feel as good as new again.
    â€œEric?”
    Ah, hell. Eric felt like he’d tied one on when normally he was out of bed in a flash, getting a million things done before he headed out to the park. He was usually up around five. Six at the latest. But he was burning up and felt like he needed to sleep for another eight hours straight. Now he wished he’d bitten the wolf back, just on principle.
    â€œYeah, be there in a sec. I’m just getting up. Had a rough night of it.” Between the soreness from the bites and trying to meet the goddess of his dreams, he didn’t believe he’d gotten more than a couple of hours of sleep.
    Sarandon called out from the kitchen, “I brought us some breakfast.”
    Eric smiled a little. Sarandon’s idea of breakfast was coffee and doughnuts.
    â€œDid you get me a couple of blueberry muffins?”
    â€œYep. Are you okay to go in today? Doc said to take it easy for a couple of days, and he said you had nearly two dozen stitches. Since when does a couple even come close to a couple dozen?”
    Eric put on his uniform—green shorts and beige shirt—then joined Sarandon in the kitchen.
    â€œHow come Doc told you my confidential medical information?”
    As if anything was ever really confidential among the wolves. They had to look out for one another, so Doc would ensure family and the pack leaders knew of any injury. Eric wasn’t upset about it. He just liked to give Sarandon a hard time because his brother was giving him one right back.
    Sarandon shook his head as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “We all know you, and we know you won’t take care of yourself.”
    â€œDoc always exaggerates our conditions. He’s like a mother hen. You know that.”
    Sarandon was frowning at him. “Your face is flushed. You’re running a fever.” He searched through the drawers.
    â€œWhat are you looking for?” Eric grabbed a cup of coffee and his muffins, and took a seat at the kitchen table.
    â€œThe thermometer.”
    â€œI’m fine. The antibiotics and our wolf healing should knock it out.”
    Sarandon found the thermometer and held it up. “Here it is.” Then he handed it to Eric, folded his arms, and waited for his brother to check his temperature.
    â€œNow you’re being a mother hen,” Eric said, annoyed.
    â€œAfter your little lie about the stitches, I don’t trust you. Just take your temperature.”
    Eric grunted at his brother, then stuck the digital thermometer in his mouth. But only because he was curious as to how high his temperature was, not because Sarandon wanted to know.
    When it beeped, he took the thermometer out, but before he could read it, Sarandon snatched it away. “One hundred and three. You need to stay home for the day.”
    â€œThe thing is broken. And I’m not staying home for the day. If I feel worse as the day goes on, I’ll come home early. But I’m not disappointing the Scouts if I can help it.”
    â€œThey’ll suffer through it. The real reason you’re going is that you’re not giving up on looking for those women. Or one in particular.”
    â€œI’m not going in search of them. They packed up and left. I was just going to find out if their park cabin reservations showed where they were from. If they’ve moved into the area recently, they’re going to have to learn to get along with me—if they want to use the park for camping. I won’t take any crap from that alpha male again. I was only trying to help out when he attacked me.”
    Eric also wanted to smell around the campsite to see if the alpha male was part of the pack. The wolf