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Amy rolled her eyes.

"I heard that," Mallory said. "Now tell me what's the problem with a gorgeous guy, a really good gorgeous guy, taking you out and calling it a date? He's got a job, a home, and the best abs I've ever seen. Besides, he's already charmed you out of your pants, right?"

"Okay," Amy said to Grace's unladylike snort. "First of all, the only reason I took off my pants was because I had a cut on my thigh."

"That wouldn't be my first guess," Grace said.

"And second of all," Amy went on as if Grace hadn't spoken, "it wasn't a big deal! I was on a hike, and I got lost and-"



"-And he rescued you," Mallory pointed out. "Another check in the pro column. The man is hot and he rescues fair maidens in distress."

"I wasn't in distress! I called you first, and you-"

"-Wouldn't have charmed you out of your pants," Mallory said.

Grace burst out laughing.

Amy thunked her head against her knees. "You aren't listening."

"Then say it again in English this time," Mallory said.

"Fine," Amy blew out a breath. "I've never been on a real date."

Utter silence. Amy checked the phone screen to see if she still had reception. "h.e.l.lo? You guys still there?"

"How old are you?" Grace asked, sounding confused.

"Twenty-eight."

"And you're still a virgin?"

"I didn't say that," Amy said with a laugh. "And no, I'm not." She was just about as far from a virgin as one could get. "Look, it's not a big deal. I left home when I was sixteen, and after that, it was more about survival than dating." She'd done what she'd had to, and sometimes that had involved being with a guy because he had a place to stay or food-neither of which meant a "date" in any sense of the word.

"And then somehow I just never got to a place where dating was really an option," she said, staring at the creek at her feet. A b.u.t.terfly had landed on the water and was floundering, trying not to drown. Amy knew the feeling. Leaning forward, she tried to rescue the thing but it was swept away in the current. She knew that feeling, too. "Listen, I've got to go so I don't get stuck up here again."

"No, wait," Mallory said. "Please wait. I'm sorry we laughed at you. I think it's lovely that Matt asked you out."

Amy sighed. Mallory was sounding like maybe she was feeling very emotional-which didn't really count because lots of things made Mallory emotional. Like the sun rising and setting. Last time they'd watched TV together, Mallory had sobbed openly at one of those save the puppy SPCA commercials.

"You should go with him, Amy," Mallory said. "Do the eat and talk thing. But not the naked thing, not yet."

Amy winced, keeping to herself the fact that she'd already done the naked thing.

"Just enjoy your first date," Mallory said. "And FYI, I have a good girl lesson for you. This one is serious, Amy. Really serious."

"I don't need-"

"You deserve good things," Mallory said anyway. "You deserve good people in your life, and Matt is both good and good people."

Dammit. Amy's throat felt tight, and there was no SPCA commercial in sight. "How can a man be both an adjective and a noun?"

"Trust me," Mallory said. "Ty's both. And so is Matt."

"I agree with Mallory," Grace said. "You should definitely go tonight with Matt. But I say do the naked thing."

"Grace," Mallory admonished.

"h.e.l.lo," Grace said. "This is Matt Bowers we're talking about. You've seen him. Gorgeous, built, s.e.xy-eyed Matt. And he wears a uniform. With a gun..." She sighed dreamily. "I'm sorry, but Amy has a duty to get naked with a guy like that and report back. With details."

Amy disconnected and resumed her hike. Grace was right, Matt was gorgeous and built, in just about every way a man could be, but she'd gotten him out of her system. There'd be no more getting naked.

At three o'clock, she stood at the top of a cliff looking down on the four small lakes she'd been at the other day. Way down. She could see a few otters playing along the sh.o.r.e of the first lake, and as she stood there in awe, a fish leapt out of the water, executing a perfect gainer before flopping back.

Her legs were wobbling from the climb. Or maybe it was from looking down from the dizzying height, but in either case, she could hear her grandma's voice in her head.

It felt like a promise. I had my hope, but now I had something else, too, peace. Four Lakes gave me peace.

Amy closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then opened them again, feeling them burn with emotion. Jesus, what was with her today? But there was no denying the truth. She'd been feeling flickers of hope ever since Sierra Meadows. It was new and tenuous, but it was there. As for peace, she hadn't been quite sure. When she thought about her life, she knew she'd always lived it to survive. But she was beginning to see that there was more to life than mere survival, so much more. And maybe that was peace right there, just learning that.

Which left heart, something she'd never believed in for herself and had, in fact, openly mocked.

But she didn't feel like mocking it now, and she had no idea if maybe that was thanks to Lucky Harbor, to the friends she'd made here, or... a certain forest ranger that was filling up something deep inside her that she hadn't even known was empty.

Matt knocked at Amy's door. He was early for their date because... well, he didn't really have a reason, other than he wanted to see her. He had no idea what the night would bring, but if it went anything at all like their other encounters, it wouldn't be boring.

Her car was in her parking spot but she didn't answer. He knocked again, and then when she still didn't answer, he tried the door. It opened, which didn't make him feel better-Amy wasn't a woman to leave her door unlocked. "Amy?"

Nothing, so he stepped inside. "h.e.l.lo?"

Still nothing.

Her place was small enough that he could see from one end to the next. Her bedroom door was open, and he stepped closer. It looked like a bomb had gone off. A female bomb. Clothes spilled out of the dresser drawers and closet and were scattered across the bed, but no one was actually in any of the clothes.

The bathroom was damp and misty, as if she'd recently showered. There were girlie things on the counter, tubes and bottles, and the place smelled like s.e.xy woman. A pair of black lace panties and matching bra lay on the floor. Nice. He turned back to the living room.

There was a small slider leading to a tiny deck area, and it was cracked open. He pushed it further. The thing squeaked like h.e.l.l and was all but impossible to move, and yet the woman sitting with her back to him didn't budge.

This was because she had in earphones that led to the phone or iPod in her pocket and she was singing.

Off-key.

She was drawing, too, sketching something from memory, as she hunched over her pad, a pencil in hand moving furiously over the paper, a bundle of additional colored pencils in her other hand.

He listened to her sing for a second and felt the grin split his face. Guns N' Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle." He cleared his throat, but she kept singing. "Welcome to the jungle, feel my, my, serpentine, I, I wanna hear you scream..."

Still grinning, Matt reached out and set a hand on her shoulder. Amy nearly came out of her skin. Her pad and pencils went flying, and whipping out the ear buds, she whirled around, leading with a roundhouse kick that would have leveled him flat if he hadn't ducked.

"Are you crazy?" she asked when he straightened. "I nearly took off your head."

"You had your music up and didn't hear me." He bent to pick up her pad and pencils, which she s.n.a.t.c.hed out of his hands and hugged to her chest. She was staring at him, breathing fast. Too fast. She wore a strapless sundress with a colorful print that was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. She wasn't in her usual kick-a.s.s boots, but the heels in their place were still pretty d.a.m.n kick-a.s.s. If she'd connected with his head, he'd still be down for the count. "You're not wearing black."

She s.h.i.+fted, then shrugged. "It's Mallory's."

"You look beautiful," he said.

She wasn't impressed by the compliment. "You just let yourself into my place?"

"You didn't answer my knock. I thought something was wrong."

"Well it's not," she said. "And I don't like surprises."

"I'm sorry." He rubbed his jaw and considered her. "I scared you."

"I told you. I told you I don't like it when someone sneaks up on me."

She had told him that, last week on the trail, and his gut clenched hard over how she might have learned she didn't like to be surprised. Slowly he stepped closer, taking her iPod, setting it down on the chair she'd just vacated. Then he took her pad and pencils and did the same. "Breathe," he said softly, gently running his hands up her arms and then down.

She exhaled a shuddery breath.

He inhaled slowly and deeply, and she did the same, and this time when she exhaled, she relaxed marginally. "Sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to take your head off. I left my door unlocked for Riley and forgot."

"No apologies necessary."

She tipped her head up and looked at him. "You're being sweet."

"I'm not feeling sweet." Not even close. His hands dropped to her hips. The material of her skirt was silky smooth and thin. He could feel the warmth of her right through it. She smelled so good he couldn't stop himself from lowering his head and pressing his face to her neck.

She slapped a hand to his chest and leaned back. "Are you smelling me?"

"Yeah." He did it again, an exaggerated inhale that made her laugh. "You smell amazing," he said. "Reminds me of how amazing you taste."

She sucked in a breath and moved against him, just a little rock of her hot bod that finished off the job that the panties on the bathroom floor had started. His lips were at her throat. He sucked on her skin, and the sound she made, the soft, feminine sound of arousal, nearly did him in.

The next sound that she made came from her stomach as it rumbled. Laughing softly, he pulled back. "Time to go."

"Where?"

"Food. Wine. Maybe music." Taking her hand, he pulled her through her place. "Whatever you want."

"We were already doing what I wanted."

He stopped and glanced back at her with a smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His body revved. Down, boy. "I like that idea," he told her. "I like it a lot. After I take you out."

"You don't have to."

Okay, he was missing something here, and he stopped, dipping down a little to look into her eyes. "Did you change your mind?"

"No." She s.h.i.+fted and looked away. "I'm just saying, I don't need the pomp and circ.u.mstance before we..."

"Duly noted," he said slowly. Yeah, definitely missing something. Which meant they were in trouble because she clearly wasn't going to spell out the problem and he was clueless. "Maybe I need the pomp and circ.u.mstance."

She eyed him with a narrowed gaze. "You need to be romanced?"

"You think that's stupid?"

"No." But contradicting that, she laughed, then slapped her hand over her mouth and shook her head, eyes sparkling. "Really, I don't."

"Look at you, lying through your teeth..." Tugging her in, he kissed her, then let their gazes hold. "Such a beautiful liar."

Something flickered in her gaze, and he wondered. Guilt? Regret? But not wanting to ruin the night ahead, he shrugged it off and took her hand, leading her outside.

Chapter 13.

The calories in chocolate don't count because chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, and everyone knows that beans are good for you.

Amy had no idea where they were going, but when they pa.s.sed the pier and got onto the highway, she knew they weren't going to the diner, or anywhere in Lucky Harbor. "So," she said, pretending she wasn't nervous, "where to?"

"Thought we'd try a night out without worrying about showing up on Facebook. I was thinking Seattle."

That sounded good to her. There for a moment, back at her place, she'd thought maybe they'd be getting straight to the naked part of the date, but he'd said he wanted this first. She'd decided to take that in the sweet spirit he'd intended. But who'd have thought that the big, bad ranger truly had a sweet side?

You did... You knew it from that day on the mountain when he'd stayed with you all night.

They were halfway to Seattle when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the ID and let out a breath and a softly uttered "d.a.m.n." He shook his head. "Sorry, but it's Sawyer. I have to take it."

Amy listened to him as he spoke to the sheriff. She could tell by Matt's quick, short replies that it was about work, and it wasn't good.

"I have to go to Crescent Canyon," he said when he'd clicked off. "Sawyer arrested a guy this morning, someone that law enforcement here has been looking for, in conjunction with a drug bust we made a while back. He's squealing something about his partners and some more stash in an old abandoned ranger station out at Crescent Canyon, in the north district-my territory. I need to meet Sawyer out there to check it out. I'm going to have to take you back."

"Aren't we closer to Crescent Canyon now than my place? Don't waste time, I'll just go with you."

"No. h.e.l.l, no."

This was not the first time that Amy had seen Matt's protective nature. After taking care of herself for so long, watching her own back, she still didn't know how she felt about him doing it for her. But she couldn't deny that it certainly wasn't a bad feeling. "You're not in your work vehicle," she said reasonably. "So it's not against the rules, right? I'll stay in your truck."

He slid her a look, and she held up her hand in a solemn vow, making him smile. "Were you a Girl Scout?" he asked.

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