“About what?” Logan stopped and turned. “I didn’t say a word.”
“Yes, you did. I heard you. You told me to grow a pair. Again.”
“That wasn’t me,” Logan murmured. His voice was so low Ethan had to strain to hear it, but the excitement in his tone was unmistakable. “It means we’re close. Real close. That was the jackalope.”
Bloody brilliant. Even the bunnies had no respect for Ethan. “Wait a minute. These things can talk?”
“They’re mimics,” Logan whispered. “Cunning little bastards. They do it to confuse hunters. Throw them off the scent.”
“Couldn’t they do it in a less insulting fashion?” Ethan muttered. “Also, not working very well, is it?”
Logan ignored him. “You wait here—I’m going on alone. Less chance of scaring the jackalope off that way.”
“What?” Ethan snapped. Not only was thi
