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sure she still wanted to do this. The job felt very small in light of everything now. But maybe, just maybe, she could make it up to Denison if he would let her.
    Tagan sidled past her and disappeared inside Denison’s house. The boys wandered off, talking low, but Skyler and Brooke waited for her to climb down the steps, then flanked her and walked her to the jeep.
    “I know you’re thinking about leaving,” Brooke murmured, “but I think you should stay. If you have a running problem, I can promise you, it won’t fix what’s been broken with Denison.”
    “Denny doesn’t want me here. He told me to leave.”
    A door banged and Danielle jumped, then spun in time to see Denison hop over the railing of his porch and stomp off toward a fence that surrounded the trailer park. He didn’t even look at her once before he disappeared into the shadows.
    She’d done this. Every ounce of pain she’d been through to get over Denison was on her. And the unimaginable agony she’d caused him made her feel like the dirt between the tread on her jeep. “I messed up really bad.”
    In the distance, a feral roar echoed off the mountains. Danielle hunched as a flock of birds lifted from the nearest tree and flapped off into the night, as if startled by the terrifying noise. “What was that?”
    The other women looked at each other, then Brooke draped her arm over Danielle’s shoulders. “You’re in the wilderness now, Badger. Better get used to the wild animals.”

Chapter Five
    A horrendous booming sound traveled down the side of the RV, rattling the metal home. Danielle shot straight up with a yelp and lurched over the edge of the bed.
    “Breakfast is on.” A voice that sounded suspiciously like Bruiser’s called through the thin wall.
    Grumpily, she lunged across the tiny living area and threw open the door.
    Bruiser’s eyebrows shot up, and he rocked backward on his heels. “Whoa there, Badger. You look like hell just spat you out.”
    Danielle glared. “You know ‘knocking’ means on the door, not all along the walls, right?”
    Bruiser balanced a plate piled with eggs and bacon in one hand and made a sweeping gesture to the ramshackle homes behind him. “Different rules in the trailer park darlin’. You don’t like them, you can park your fancy RV on that side of the fence.” He shoved the plate of food at her, then spun and walked away. “We’re leaving in half an hour. Oh!” He turned his behemoth shoulders and pulled a wadded up length of fabric from his back pocket. “Wear this.”
    She caught it mid-air and shook it open as best she could while balancing the plate. It was a soft, black T-shirt that read Ashe Crew in bright pink letters.
    “The girls made it for you last night. Apparently, they like you, and their opinions count for a hell of a lot around here.”
    “Bruiser?” she asked as he turned to walk away again.
    “What?”
    “Where are we going?”
    “Lumberjack Wars. We’re all competing. Hurry scurry now. We ain’t waitin’ on you for long.”
    “Oh.” She stared at his back, which was roughly the width of the broad side of a barn. Okay, Lumberjack Wars.
    She ate in haste and grabbed some skinny jeans and hiking boots to go with her shirt. She’d showered in a vacant trailer, 1010, last night, but her hair had dried in snarls thanks to the nightmares that roaring animal had given her. Face washed, teeth brushed, and hair swept into a messy bun, she dressed in her new shirt, then plumped her lips with some pink gloss and lengthened her dark lashes with mascara. Ready for the day, she bolted out the front door of her humble abode.
    The Ashe Crew, as they apparently called themselves, were bustling here and there to various trucks like frenzied ants. Her eyes lit on Denison like a paperclip to a magnet. He was loading a giant cooler into the back of an old, beat-up green Bronco.
    “Hey!” she called, jogging toward him.
    Denison closed the back door and frowned. Right, still mad