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explained, “That name has been around a long time, and not just for this crew we have assembled now. It’s been a name that’s been carried on through generations.”
    “Of lumberjacks?”
    “Sure.”
    “And are there other crews of lumberjacks?”
    “Yeah, two others that live in these mountains. The Gray Backs are a crew like ours who work a jobsite up the road, and the Boarlanders are a crew of cutters. They cut the trees, and we haul them away to the sawmill in Saratoga or to log buyers.”
    Until now, she hadn’t thought about the impact on the environment—on the ecosystem here. Animals depended on those trees for homes and for food, but Denison and his crew were chopping them down and selling off the forest.
    “You have your judgey face on,” he accused.
    “Not judging, just thinking.”
    “We re-plant as we go.”
    “You do?” Huh.
    “You’re here for the beetle infestation, to study it, right? Well, right now, the land here is just dry, dead tinder waiting for a spark. And it won’t be one of those controlled forest fires that help the forest to regrow. It’ll be an inferno when it burns. Damon Daye owns most of this land up here. He and his family have been buying it up for generations, and it’s he who hired the crews to come manage the territory. He isn’t trying to hurt this place by taking the trees. He’s trying to salvage it.”
    “My my, Denison Donovan Beck. You have a land lovin’, tree huggin’ mountain man inside of you.” It was sexy when he talked about the woods like this. Like he cared.
    Her eyes drifted to the inky tendril that showed just under the sleeve of his shirt. “The tattoo is new.” She lifted up the edge of his sleeve, but he shrugged away.
    “It’s not new. I got it the year you left.”
    “What is it?” Besides sexy. All she’d been able to make out were intricate tribal shapes that didn’t form anything she could make any sense of.
    “Maybe if you earn my forgiveness, I’ll tell you.”
    There was no if , only when . She’d stayed awake late into the night going over the things she’d done wrong and how she could’ve handled it differently. The only way she could forgive herself was to earn his trust and be the friend he deserved.
    She tossed him a saucy look. “Someday you’ll show me yours, and then I’ll show you mine.”
    It had been a tease, but when she looked over at him, the smile had dipped from his face, and his smoldering eyes raked down her body, drawing a delicious tremor up her spine. Warmth pooled between her legs when he slid his hand to her thigh and gripped it.
    “You’ll show me your ink first, little badger,” he said low, attention back on the road.
    “Want to make a bet?” she asked.
    “Name the terms.”
    “First person to cave has to do whatever the other one wants.”
    Denison narrowed his eyes on the road. “Deal.” He slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel. Danielle held onto the grab handle for dear life as he maneuvered through the trees. Tagan didn’t even slow as he passed them to follow Kellen’s truck as Brooke waved out the window with a curious smile.
    Away from the road, Denison pulled to a stop and threw the car into park.
    “What are you—”
    He reached under the seat and slammed his chair back, then grabbed her waist and pulled her over onto his lap like she weighed nothing.
    Oh.
    He leaned up and his lips crashed onto hers with such force, she whimpered at the sheer shock of it. He wasn’t the soft Denny she remembered. This Denny was different. Everything she remembered was null and void now as he parted her lips and plunged his tongue against hers. But for as different as he seemed, this somehow felt like home. Right here, straddling his lap as his hands ran over her back and gripped her tighter. Nothing had come close to this in the years she’d tried to move on.
    When her breasts heaved, they brushed his chest. He sucked her bottom lip and rattled a hungry sound from deep within his