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doing.
    Had he caught the jaguar yet? Had the jaguar escaped him again? Worse: what if Steven was wounded?
    She pressed her face against her window. Outside, everything was quiet. The trees swayed gently in the breeze. She watched as two squirrels raced across the path that led from her house towards the lake.
    With a sigh, she finally turned away from the window and began to make coffee. But once she held the steaming mug in her hand, she found herself drawn towards the window once more.
    I should have asked for his number. Or given him mine. He could at least have told me that he's fine that way. If he even has a phone…
    She supposed she could call his brother down in Linden Creek and see if he had heard anything, although the thought embarrassed her.
    "Maybe if I make it sound like I'm worried about the jaguar, and not hoping for a date with his brother," she muttered to herself, and then took a sip of her coffee.
    One of the squirrels came racing up a tree as she watched, chattering loudly and angrily.
    A moment later, she could see what had annoyed it so: a stranger had entered the squirrel's territory.
    No, not a stranger. Steven!
    She breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him approach.
    He looked good: No wounds that she could see. He wore simple jeans and a white shirt that he'd only half buttoned up. The tips of his hair were still dark and damp, as though he'd washed before he came to visit her.
    Her heart was beating faster in her breast. Could it be...?
    She hurried towards the door and opened it before he'd made his way to her patio.
    "Hello, neighbor," he said in greeting, his eyes gleaming at her.
    "Morning," she replied, trying to lean casually against the doorframe, although she couldn't help the answering grin that spread over her face.
    "I thought I'd let you know about the jaguar. In case you were worried."
    "I was worried!" She gave him a searching look: no scratches, no bite marks that she could see. "Did you catch it?"
    Steven shook his head and sighed. "I lost his trail in the water again. He keeps showing up and vanishing, as if he's taunting me."
    "Have you thought of bringing in dogs to track him down?" she asked, her eyes still lingering on the impressively muscled triangle of his chest that was visible.
    His lips twitched. "I'm pretty good at tracking myself. And I work better without dogs. Makes the camping easier for me, too..."
    "Have you lived out here all this time? It’s been more than a week!" Now she was even more impressed. And more worried.
    Camping was one thing. She'd sometimes spent a weekend out in a tent with her Grandpa as well, exploring one of the small islands in the lake. But there had been no wild jaguars around then...
    "Just until I catch the beast." He was still smiling, although one of his hands rose to brush the still damp hair out of his eyes.
    "In that case, you really should join me for dinner,"she said firmly.
    He hesitated a moment, but then he took a deep breath. "I'd like that a lot. And not just because by now I'm sick of heating cans of ravioli."
    His eyes filled with warm as he looked at her, the morning light gleaming on his hair.
    "I can do better than cans of ravioli at least." She couldn't stop looking at him.
    How was it possible to be so captivated by someone's eyes? The brown intrigued her. It was filled with warmth, and yet it called up images of rough bark, of pine needles—of that portrait of a bear her Grandma had hanging in the house.
    How strange. She'd never felt so drawn to someone before.
    Maybe she'd been wrong before. Maybe this date was just what she needed. Maybe getting to know him better would help her make sense of this sudden, unexpected attraction. What was it about him that called out to her like this?
    Maybe it's just that he's the complete opposite of Walter...
    "I'll be back in the evening," he said, and then nodded at the hills once more. "Until then, I'll search that creek where he vanished. And you'll be careful?"
    "I'll