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    Something unfathomable sparked in the air between Jenner and Dalton for just an instant before the giant strode into the kitchen with his boots echoing across the wooden floors. “I’ve been packing.”
    “I think she should ride Hatchet,” Dalton said, the tease melting from his voice.
    “She’ll be fine on Gunner.”
    “Gunner’s too wild,” Dalton argued.
    “Uh, I’m experienced with horses,” she said, frowning her disapproval at Dalton. “This isn’t my first trail ride.”
    Dalton crossed his arms over his chest. “Gunner’s young, and he’s only been doing this two seasons.”
    “My tour, my choice. She’ll be fine,” Jenner gritted out, his back to them as he pulled the refrigerator door open.
    “Yeah, but—”
    “Careful, dog,” Jenner murmured low, twisting to give Dalton a lethal look over his shoulder. “Hatchet runs at the first scent of bears. Gunner will get her where we need to go. She can handle him.”
    Dog? Lena was glad Jenner had more faith in her abilities than Dalton did, but the name he’d called him didn’t make any sense. She didn’t know whether to thank Jenner for sticking up for her or reprimand him for being rude to the guide gone rigid beside her. Best not to do either because from the way Dalton huffed a humorless laugh and met Jenner’s terrifying gaze, she didn’t understand the dynamics here.
    “Dalton,” Chance said, warning in his deep timbre. “Back off this one. Jenner’s right.”
    Something heavy was in the air, pressing against her shoulders, lifting the fine hairs on her body. There was another moment of silence before Dalton dropped his gaze and nodded slightly. He ghosted her a glance, but his eyes looked strange. They looked lighter, more caramel than dark chocolate, and she blinked hard to clear her vision. But when she opened her eyes again, he was already striding toward the hallway.
    “Night,” he called behind him. And then his door shut a little too soundly.
    She opened her mouth to ask what had just happened, but Jenner beat her to it. “You hungry?” he asked gruffly. “I’m making a grilled cheese. I can make one for you while I’m at it.”
    “And me,” Chance said, turning the page of his magazine and leaning back into the couch with his feet propped up on the table, like Jenner and Dalton having dominance battles was a daily occurrence.
    “Uh, sure. I’ll take one, too.” Hell no, she wasn’t going to turn down a sexy-as-hell man cooking for her. Even if he was just being polite.
    Lena set her half-finished fly on the table and trotted into the kitchen, slipping and sliding across the polished floors in her warm socks. “Where’s Lennard?” she asked as Jenner shoved a loaf of bread toward her.
    “Cut us some slices, will you? Lennard’s out with the horses. He’s a freak about getting everything just right with the packing the day before a tour. In the hunting season, he’s even worse. I keep thinking one of these years he’ll trust us to handle everything, but he goes over and over the packing three times at least.”
    “Does he ever find anything wrong with the way you pack?”
    “No,” Chance called from the great room. Another magazine page sounded. “He’s just a control freak.”
    “Yeah, but his diligence is why this place thrived for so long,” Jenner murmured distractedly.
    She pulled a knife from a block on the countertop and smiled privately. Lennard had told her about Jenner turning down offers from other outfitters just to invest his money here and dig his heels in. She respected him more for giving Lennard the credit instead of bragging about his own importance. Jenner was a loyal man, and when his elbow bumped hers as he worked beside her, a strange fluttering feeling filled her middle.
    When she’d imagined a grilled cheese dinner, she hadn’t thought it would be so grand. Jenner cooked lemon pepper asparagus in a pan while she chopped a colorful fruit salad, and the grilled