Once at their camp, Corri found out she’d already seen what there was to see. The camp was Spartan. Each tent contained two cots and the normal assorted camp items and non-perishable foodstuffs. So where was everyone? She looked around and brought her rusty tracking training to bear. 

There was evidence of downtrodden grass, a faint path, leading away from the camp. She checked her hand weapon and holstered it, and then followed the barely noticeable trail. She thought she’d lost it when she entered the shady woods. It took several minutes of casting about before she found it again, going straight ahead, deeper into the forest. 

She’d just concluded it was folly to continue on alone when a noise behind her snapped her to attention. She stealthily drew her weapon then whirled around. 

“Don’t shoot me, Dunn!” Devin exclaimed, quickly halting and holding his hands out wide at shoulder height. “Put that away.” The Irish brogue was more pronounced than usual. 

Corri glared at him. “What the hell is wrong with you, sneaking up on me like that? You know better!” 

God he was gorgeous in old-fashioned denim. Those pants hugged his body like a glove. The custom tailored black leather jacket he wore had been a gift. From her. 

“I wasn’t sneaking. I was about to call out to you. Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Where does this trail go, Tremaine? You might as well tell me. I’m following it until I find out.” 

“Oh, no doubt. You’re too stubborn to give it up.” He grinned at her. “Maybe I found my leprechaun and his pot of gold.” 

She wished he’d stop smiling at her. She was very aware of their isolation, and the fact that she suddenly wished he’d just shut up and kiss her. It had been five long, lonely years since he’d kissed her. 

She couldn’t give in to her emotions. She had a job to do. 

“You’re not that Irish, and you’re certainly not that funny.” She turned on her heel and stalked off. Devin quickly caught up to her and fell into step beside her. 

“We found a cave. Or, I suppose I should say, a cavern. We’ve not explored it beyond the entrance. We’re not equipped,” he admitted. 

“Did you touch anything? Disturb anything?” God help them if he had. Winston’s head would probably explode if Devin’s crew had moved even a grain of sand. 

“No and no. There’s evidence that some large carnivore used the area for a den. We didn’t linger for dinner.” He shot her a wry glance. 

Corri shot him a disgusted look. He did think he was funny. And charming. 

Of course, he really was. Therein lie the problem. 

“How big is it?” she asked, instantly regretting her choice of words. His blue eyes gleamed at her with amusement. 

“Come on, Dunn. I didn’t whip out my tape measure and check it.”