She pushed up the sleeve of her ZEBRA logo sweatshirt and verified the time. Stretching her arms to the sky, she twisted the kinks out of her back. The brief nap stolen while Jake coordinated data with Steve had revitalized her sagging energy. He hadn’t been able to answer her question about New World Petroleum’s presence in Yellowstone other than their sponsorship of the new geyser. In fact, his response had been entirely too distant and out of character. “You don’t really need to join me,” Cassidy protested for the tenth time that afternoon. “Steve offered.” Jake swore beneath his breath and tossed her backpack out of the Jeep. “He’s still out with Michelle. You’re stuck with me.” She bent and picked up her belongings, ignoring a sudden twinge of excitement. “Fine.” The beginning of the trail wound around the south arm of Yellowstone Lake. Water glistened brightly in the dying sun. Inhaling, she smiled. A prophetic tingle ran up her spine as fresh air filled her lungs.
