As always, guilt followed close on the heels of his angry desires for violence. With a quick shake of the head, he banished all thoughts of the delectable professor and the lengths she drove him to and concentrated on getting the ATV turned around.
Part of him wanted to regret his decision to refuse to let her "explain." He hadn't wanted the hurt he was sure to feel when she revealed her relationship with the dean.
But what if you're mistaken? a small voice inside of him inquired.
It didn't matter. She still unlocked passions in him that were better kept under tight control. He could not risk unleashing them, on her or anyone else. Best to avoid her for the remaining weeks, and soon she would be out of his woods, and out of his life.
He clutched his chest at a sudden pain. He hadn't expected that thought to hurt so much.
* * * * *
The next week the rainy season began in earnest. Rain was as integral to the Willamette Valley of Oregon as coffee is to a balanced personal life. At the moment, Dani had way too much of one, and nowhere near enough of the other, as she still couldn't get her percolator to make a decent cup yet. As for the rain, so far her arrangements of tarps was keeping most of the wetness at bay, but she wondered whether she could really stop the moisture from affecting her equipment and precious notes for long.
She started keeping her logs and papers in plastic bags, as well as wrapping her few books in plastic sheeting. Her laptop was kept in a waterproof case, and her battery-powered cameras and the propane generator claimed to be waterproof. Still, water, like it's coastal companion sand, had a way of getting into everything.
Her specimens seemed to be thriving, however, as she'd manage to trap a few frogs before the rain got too heavy. She'd also set up cameras at five different locations. Two were low to the ground, near crowded waterholes, and Dani was amazed at the traffic she was able to pick up. The other three were perched in trees at various heights. Here she could catch the frogs at rest, or in more intimate social situations.
The data she was collecting was fantastic, and it already hinted that her hypothesis might be true. However, more tests needed to be run on the particular frogs themselves. So far she had been capturing specimen, tagging them, then releasing them in order to chart their movements. Soon, however, she'd need to reserve a few for more drastic tests.
Although Dani had always been able to lose herself in her work, she found her thoughts straying at odd times. And these wandering thoughts inevitably ended up at the doorstep of one handsome but thoroughly frustrating park ranger.
Every time she remembered being in his strong arms, she reminded herself of how cold-hearted a bastard he could be. She forced him out of her mind and pushed herself harder, blocking out everything but her work, and working herself to near exhaustion every day.
The asshole still had the nerve to call her up daily. At first, she refused to answer. The incessant ringing of her phone had made her turn it off. Not long after she'd heard the familiar sound of the ATV and turned around to see Caleb pull up across a narrow stream from her.
He held up his cell phone, then nodded at her, but did not say a word before turning his vehicle around and departing. It seemed he would persist in checking up on her, and she figured it must be easier to hear his voice than to see his toned but rigid body every day. She surrendered and turned on her phone.
By the next day, she had figured out a method that would avoid even having to hear his voice. When the phone rang, she checked the number. Knowing it was him she would answer, blurt out, "I'm okay," then hang up immediately.
Apparently, her short response was good enough in Caleb's book because he continued to limit contact to that scant phone conversation each day. Sometimes she wished he wouldn't. Sometimes she considered saying something more before hanging up.
Sometimes she wanted to hear his voice.
The days passed, and the rains continued. Although the water generally flowed downhill from around her camp, as the groundwater soaked up its fill and had no room left to absorb more, she noticed that puddles were lingering in her campsite. Still, she ignored her worries and focused on her data. It helped keep her resolve from breaking, one day and one piece at a time.
* * * * *
The rain did little to inhibit Caleb in his duties. He cleared trails, marked up his plans, and most importantly searched for signs of illegal mining, all while ignoring the never-ending rainfall.
Despite his constant vigilance, he'd yet to find any sign of Masterson's miners. As the days passed, the rains continued, suiting Caleb's bleak mood perfectly. However, as the water levels rose, so did his anxiety. The rain in Oregon was generally like a gentle shower, so light that most natives didn't bother with umbrellas. But this week the rain had come down with unusual force, fat drops drenching the forests and turning the trails to mud.
Even the ATV was struggling by the end of the week, and as Caleb steered down an overgrown and abandoned logging road, he wondered if he'd be able to travel the trails at all by this time tomorrow. He slogged through the increasingly deep mud, heading towards the nearby Alsea River just a half-mile down the road.
He found the river before he expected to, however, and felt confused. It seemed the river had jumped its banks, but there was no way it could have flooded nearly a half mile, not yet, even with the heavy rains.
Caleb pulled up the hood on his rain poncho and stepped out of the vehicle, his boots squishing in the almost ankle-deep mud. He plodded along the water, attempting to determine the cause of the flooding. Across the wide expanse of rushing water stood steep rock walls, some climbing to over twenty feet.
He knew that these cliffs stretched for a mile along the opposite bank, and held an intricate cave system that had yet to be explored, according to antiquated survey maps. In fact, the caves were slotted to be surveyed by a geological team in the next fiscal year, when additional portions of the budget could be allocated to cover the costs.
The bank on which Caleb currently stood, if it could be called a bank, since it was really just a flooded portion of the forest, held some of the pine trees that covered most of the park. The area the water currently occupied contained mostly smaller pines, as it had been logged a few years prior and although replanted, had yet to reach full growth. Right now several of the shortest trees were completely covered by the rapid brown water.
The situation was beyond Caleb's expertise, so he decided to call a colleague for advice. Dialing his number, the wet ranger headed back to the ATV and the slight shelter of its small roof. It didn't take long for his friend, Jeb Fielder, to answer.
"Jeb, it's Caleb, out in the new parkland."
"Sure, how's it going out there? Wet enough for you?"
"Well, that's just what I called to talk to you about. It seems the Alsea has jumped her banks, but not in the typical fashion. A portion of land about three miles downstream from the southern split has flooded up the bank nearly a half mile. The flooding is confined to an area about a mile long, then the river seems to go back to its business. Strangest thing I've ever seen, so I figured I'd call an expert."
Jeb Fielder worked for the state Forestry Service in Portland as a research hydrologist, and he was the go-to guy for anything concerning floods. "Sounds like a man-made problem, Caleb. You messing around with anything? Moving some earth? Digging any kind of large holes near the river?"
"No." Caleb realized suddenly who the likely culprit was. How else do you mine for gold but to dig holes? "How much earth moving would we be talking about?"
"Well, it would have to be a pretty fair amount to make such a large impact. And someone would have to have hit an underground river flow and diverted it, either intentionally or unintentionally. That's the only reason I can think of for such an isolated overflow."
"So it couldn't be natural causes," Caleb asked, wanting to be sure before he formed his conclusion.
"Not likely. You'd be surprised how many floods are a result of man's mistakes."
> "Thanks, Jeb. You're a genius." Caleb was about to hang up, but his friend stopped him before he could.
"One thing you'll want to be alert for," he said, his voice taking a serious tone, "is mudslides. Any new divergence of water can lead to soil displacement, and if such a large portion of new land had flooded, it's likely there will be some kind of slide activity, especially if the river land is higher than the forest around it. I'd haul ass out of there, Caleb, and wait for these rains to stop. Slides are dangerous, and it really doesn't take too much to set them off."
"Thanks for the advice."
"Don't mention it."
Caleb started the ATV, his face a mask of anger, but underneath a thin tendril of fear uncurled in his belly. As he drove, he noticed the increasing flow of water down the old road, turning everything to mud. The mud itself was also starting to move, and the flow almost outran his vehicle.
He pulled out his phone again, praying for an answer. If Fielder's prediction was correct, a slide could happen at any time. Mudslides were not as fun as they sounded. In fact, they were very dangerous. If enough earth moved fast, enough people could become trapped beneath it and die. And right now, one particular person's camp was directly in the path of the possible slide. He punched her number and held his breath as the phone started ringing.
* * * * *
The endless rain was putting a damper on Dani's spirits. She'd holed up in camp today, ostensibly to work on her data, but in actuality didn't want to face another gloomy, wet day in the field. Her tent was as cozy as things got out here in the woods, and she was happy to bury herself in her sleeping bag and watch the playback from her cameras.
Her phone rang, and she checked the number then groaned. Yet another call from Ranger Rick.
Or should I call him Ranger Dick? she thought to herself. He certainly enjoys acting like one.
Despite her pessimistic emotions, she couldn't dispel the thrill that ran through her body when she thought of him. She struggled with that feeling of desire, ordering herself to continue to ignore Caleb, and the reactions he provoked.
She accepted the call, mumbled "I'm fine" into the phone, and ended the call with the push of another button. Almost immediately her phone rang again. It was the ranger again. Dani sighed. It was her day of leisure, or "working on data," and he couldn't even respect that! Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
She shouted, "I said I'm fine!" into the phone this time and thought she heard him try to reply but she ended the call before she could be sure. If she heard his voice, it would rub salt into her too-raw wounds. He didn't feel like making conversation with her, fine, the feeling was mutual. He could rot before she'd say more than two words to him.
The phone rang again, and Dani groaned, turning her cell off and throwing it across her tent. She then covered her head with her pillow and breathed deeply.
What was it about this guy that set her off so? She'd known plenty of assholes, but none had ever gotten to her this quickly.
Maybe because you thought he wasn't an asshole, at least not while he was inside you, her inner voice whispered.
Yes, that was true, he hadn't seemed so bad, especially when he'd been making her feel so good.
Desire, that's the problem, her inner voice teased. You want him. Bad.
Dani pursed her lips and blew a raspberry at her inner voice. So what? She'd wanted James Franco after she'd seen the Spiderman movie, but that didn't mean she would ever date a super villain. She liked nice men.
Like the dean?
It seemed like her inner voice was really being a bitch today. Dean Fischer wasn't a nice man. He was a narcissistic, sexist egotist who wasn't above trapping a woman into spending the night with him. If only Caleb knew it had been a trap. But the arrogant prick wouldn't even give her a chance to explain.
The rain hit the roof of the tent with a muffled patter that relaxed her. As Dani laid in the dim gloom of the tent, listening to the soft drum of the raindrops and remembering a certain ranger chopping firewood, she felt some of the tension leave her body. Before long she drifted into sleep, lulled by the rhythmic beat of the rain and the memory of the warmth of strong arms.
"Wake up," a rough voice was saying, and she thought she was still in her dream. A dream in which she and the ranger had been making love in the rain. His big hands had framed her face, his soft lips pressing into hers, his tongue stroking hers in a way that made her shiver clear down to her toes.
The warm rain had been sluicing down their naked bodies, his skin like a furnace where it touched hers. She'd run her hands up his muscled chest and locked her fingers together behind his neck. As he'd pressed into her, she could feel him rigid against her, ready to take them both on a journey that led to the ultimate in pleasure.
She'd licked the raindrops off his jaw and then his neck, and he'd moaned and proceeded to the do the same thing to her, sucking the raindrops off her aching breasts. The sensation sent hot tingles to her nether regions, and she clenched her legs in desire, hoping to relieve the pressure.
"Danielle, you've got to wake up." This time the voice was accompanied by a couple of hard shakes. She frowned and whimpered, her forehead scrunching up and her eyes sealed shut as she concentrated on her unraveling dream.
He'd just moved his hands around to grasp her bottom and lift her. She slid her shapely legs around his waist and waited anxiously for that sweet sensation of penetration. But the voice would not rest, and neither would the shaking, and finally the dream burst like a pricked bubble and her eyes flew open.
Or maybe she was still dreaming. Caleb stood looking down at her, his warm hand grasping her shoulder. She looked down at that hand, its fingernails short and clean. She wondered briefly how he kept them so clean out here in the woods. Her own nails were a mess.
When he noticed her gaze he pulled away, and she fell back against the air mattress and into reality, realizing that her arms and legs were wrapped firmly around her body pillow. She blushed and frantically rearranged herself. "What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling her sleeping bag up over her shoulders.
"You've got to get up. We need to move. Grab your things."
"What are you talking about?" She burrowed deeper into her bag. Here he was, spouting orders again. Well, General Caleb could just blow his revelry somewhere else. She rolled over, ignoring him.
"There's no time to mess around. Get up. The Alsea has jumped its bank not far from here, and you're below the water level. The likelihood of a mudslide is pretty high. Grab your things so we can move to you somewhere safer.
"A mudslide? Sure, order me two." Her sleepy brain thought the joke was quite clever.
Apparently, the ranger didn't agree. He grabbed her legs through the sleeping bag and flipped her over, then yanked the bag off her entirely.
"Hey! I was using that!" she said, the cold helping to finally awaken her anger. "Now get out and leave me alone!"
"This isn't a game, Professor. Get up. Grab your gear. We need to get moving."
"All right, hold on," she grumbled, standing up and moving over to the door, slipping on her shoes and then grabbing her raincoat.
While he yanked her sleeping bag off her bed and began rolling it up, she trudged outside. The cold rain hit her face, completing her wake-up call. She could barely see through the trees because of the gray downpour. Suddenly her legs were wet. She looked down and realized she had been splashed by the fast-moving water flowing between her legs. Her campsite was flooding.
She felt him behind her before he spoke. "Even if there isn't a slide, this area could still flood out. We need to move to higher ground immediately. Grab your essentials and let's go."
"Okay." She wasn't one to fight when confronted with overwhelming evidence. Dani rushed back inside her tent and began gathering her research as quickly as possible. She slid her most important papers into her backpack, as well as her laptop, cell phone, and the remaining video equipment. "What about the generator?" she asked, and he shook his h
ead.
"Too heavy. It will weigh us down, and we might need all the speed we can get."
"Do I have time to pack clothing?" Most of her clothes were in a pile next to her bed, waiting for the rain to end so they could be washed and hung out to dry.
In the woods, an ominous groan sounded. Dani thought it might have been a tree falling.
"No time," Caleb barked and grabbed her backpack from her. "Get whatever else you need right now and let's get to the ATV." Dani grabbed her toiletry bag and threw it into a duffel, along with a pile of books, her remaining folders of notes, and three specimen containers, each housing a noisy frog nestled within some twigs and leaves. She zipped it up, slung it over her shoulder, and followed the ranger out of the tent.
The pair jogged towards the ATV, the rushing water around their legs impeding their progress. Suddenly Dani was unable to move, her boot lodged in a thick patch of mud. She couldn't get her boot out, despite tugging.
Caleb turned around, grabbed her duffel, and put her things in the ATV. He then returned to her and pulled hard on her leg. It came loose but without the boot. They both stared at her sock in surprise for a moment.
"No time," he repeated, at last, pulling her into his arms and trudging to the ATV. Although she was nervous about the storm and the rapidly rising water level, Dani felt safe in his strong arms.
She frowned when the contact ended and blushed at the warmth that had suffused her body. She was already aroused thanks to her indecent dream, his touch stoking the fire to new heights.
He put her down gently, and she slid over to allow him to climb in. As he started the vehicle and attempted to turn it around, Dani's eyes searched the tree line across the camp from them. Water was flowing heavily out of the trees, and the ground itself was starting to move, the mud joining the water to create a dark, heavy flow. "We better hurry," she said, tugging on his arm, unable to look away from their possible doom.
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