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Matt turned and went in the opposite direction Amy had gone, stepping off the trail to take a considerable shortcut back to where he'd left his truck. He didn't hurry through the stands of spruce, hemlock, pine, and cedar. There was no need; he'd still beat her. And sure enough, when he'd gotten to his truck and four-wheeled farther down the narrow fire road to where it intersected with the Sawtooth trail, he came out just ahead of her. She came around a blind corner and kept moving, not seeing him.

"Amy."

She whipped around, feet planted wide, eyes alert, ready for a fight.

"Just me," he said easily.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing, besides trying to scare me to death?"



She'd been really moving. And, if he wasn't mistaken, she was also limping a little bit in her boots. "Just making sure you're still going in the right direction."

Breathing a little heavily, she tore off her sungla.s.ses and narrowed her dark eyes at him, hands on hips. "You had your truck all along?"

"I offered you help. Think you're going to be okay for the three-mile hike back?"

"Three miles? What the h.e.l.l happened to the 'moderate, two-mile round-trip hike that everyone can enjoy' that the guidebook promised?"

"If you'd have stayed on the Sierra Meadows Trail, that'd have been true," he said. "But you cut over to the Sawtooth Trail."

She blew a strand of hair out of her face. "You need better trail signs."

"Budget cuts," he said. "Next time stay on the easy-access trails down by the station. Those are clearly marked."

"Easy is for pansies."

"Maybe, but at least all the pansies are safe for the night. Because once it gets dark out here, it's best to stay still. And that's in about..." He tipped his head back and studied the sky. "Ten minutes. Ever been out here at night?"

She glanced upward uneasily. "No."

"It's a whole new kind of dark. No street lights, no city lights, nothing."

"Why aren't you in a hurry then?"

"I'm not going anywhere tonight," he said. "The fire road's blocked until morning by a fallen tree, and I don't want to leave my truck."

"So you're going to stay out here all night?" she asked. "Beneath the velvet sky?"

"Nice description."

"It's not mine." She pulled a small penlight flashlight from her backpack and flicked it on in the dusk, looking relieved that it actually worked. "You don't think I can get back before dark, do you?"

"No."

She sighed. "So if I stay out here, you going to ticket me for not having a overnight permit?"

"I think I can cut you some slack."

It wasn't often he didn't know what he wanted to do with a woman. In fact, this was a first. She was obviously unprepared. All she had was a flashlight. No water, no tent, no sleeping bag, no food that he could see.

Not that it was a problem, since he was prepared enough for the both of them. Plus, he'd be sticking to her like glue, and not because he'd been l.u.s.ting after her for months, but because she was a statistic waiting to happen. "I have camping gear, if you want to share." Christ, listen to him. Such a sucker for melted-chocolate eyes.

"I'm fine."

Her mantra. And there was no doubt that she was extremely fine standing there, her long, lithe body throwing off att.i.tude as she looked at him with that devastatingly powerful gaze, shadowed by things he didn't understand but wanted to. "Sleep near your fire," he advised, playing it her way. For now. "Keep the coyotes back."

"Coyotes," she repeated faintly.

"And douse yourself in mosquito spray. It's getting to be that season. Keep your jean legs tucked into your boots when you lie down. You don't want any extra creepy crawlies getting up there."

She stared down at her skinny jeans, then at the boots that were most definitely not hiking sanctioned. "Creepy crawlies?"

"It's a little early for snakes, but you should keep a watch out for them, too," he said. "Just in case."

She nodded and took a long, uneasy look around them.

He had no idea what she thought she was doing, or why, but he wasn't that big an a.s.shole to let her do it alone, no matter how brave she thought she was. "You know," he said quietly. "Sometimes, being alone isn't all it's cracked up to be."

She thought about that a moment. "You really have gear in your truck?"

"Standard operating procedure," he said, and it was true. But what wasn't SOP was to offer that gear to stranded hikers, no matter how s.e.xy they were.

No fool, she slid him a long, steely-eyed look, and he did his best to look innocent.

"Listen," she finally said. "I might've given you the wrong impression when I... b.u.mped into you with the bear thing."

"b.u.mped into me?" He couldn't help it, he laughed. "You tried to crawl up my body."

"Which is my point," she said stiffly. "My sleep-out adventure isn't going to include crawling up anyone's body."

"Will it include sleeping?"

She continued to study him, thinking so hard that he could smell something burning. He left her to it and turned to the surrounding woods, gathering dry kindling from the ground as the sky went from dusk to jet-black night in the blink of an eye. Moving to the center of the clearing, he quickly and efficiently built a fire, then grabbed the tent and sleeping bag. He raided his lockbox, pulling out-thank Christ-a can of Dr. Pepper, some beef jerky, a bag of marshmallows, and two bottles of water. "Honey, dinner's ready."

This earned him another long look across the fire.

"Tough crowd." Typical of mountain alt.i.tude, one moment it was a decent temperature, and the next, it was b.u.t.t-a.s.s cold. He moved closer to the fire, next to his camping partner, who was standing huddled-up as close as she could get without singeing her eyebrows. There was no moon yet, though a few stars began to glitter like diamonds in the huge, fathomless sky. Didn't get skies like this in Chicago, he thought, and took a moment to soak it in.

Amy was hands-out over the flames. He doubted her tank top was offering much, if any, protection against the evening breeze. This fact was confirmed by the way her nipples pressed against the thin knit material. Nice view. But he went back to his truck, grabbed his extra sweats.h.i.+rt, and tossed it to her.

"What's this?"

"A way to get warm."

She stared down at it as if it were a spitting cobra.

"Works better if you put it on," he said.

"Wearing a guy's sweats.h.i.+rt implies... things," she said.

"Yeah? What things?"

She didn't answer, and he dropped another log on the flames. By now she was visibly s.h.i.+vering. "It's just a sweats.h.i.+rt, Amy, not a ring. It doesn't come with a commitment. Now my Dr. Pepper, that I'm not sharing."

She snorted and pulled on the sweats.h.i.+rt without comment. It dropped past her hips to her thighs, swallowing her whole. She tugged the hood up over her hair, shading her face from him. "Thanks."

He should have just kept his mouth shut and let it go, but he couldn't. "Just out of morbid curiosity, what exactly did you think I'd expect in exchange?"

She slid him a long look that said it all, and once again he wondered what kind of a.s.sholes she'd come across in her life. "Come on," he said. "For a sweats.h.i.+rt? I mean, maybe, if I'd given you the Dr. Pepper, that I could see. Or if I'd had to wrestle you from the bear..."

She actually smiled. It was a lovely smile that made her eyes s.h.i.+ne, and he smiled back. "So who told you a guy gets s.e.x for sharing his sweats.h.i.+rt?" he asked.

"Guys only think about one thing."

He chewed on that for a few minutes, keeping his hands busy setting up the tent, tossing in his sleeping bag. "Sometimes we think about food, too," he finally said.

Amy laughed outright at this, and Matt felt like he'd won the lottery. He kicked a fallen log close to the fire and gestured for her to have a seat. When she did, he tossed her the beef jerky and marshmallows. "Dinner of champions. Which course do you want first?"

She eyed both, then opened the marshmallows. "Life's short," she said. "Dessert first."

"I like the way you think." He stoked the flames, then pushed aside the two burning logs to reveal the hot ashes-the sweet spot for roasting marshmallows. Moving to the edge of the clearing, he located two long sticks then handed one to Amy.

She in turn handed him a marshmallow for his stick. Look at them, all companionable and domestic. They roasted in silence for a few minutes, Amy staring speculatively into the fire. "Being out here makes me want to draw," she said quietly.

He looked at her. "Wait-Did you just offer a piece of personal information?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a complete social moron. I can do the casual conversation thing."

"But your drawing isn't casual to you," he said.

She held his gaze. "No. It's not."

Forget her great laugh. Now he felt like he'd just won the lottery.

"Do you draw?" she asked him.

Was she looking for common ground? He'd like to give it to her, but this wasn't going to be it. "Stick figures," he said, blowing on his marshmallow before eating it. "I'm good at stick figures when I have to be for a report, but that's about it. Doesn't mean I can't get how inspiring it is out here though. What do you draw?"

"Landscapes, mostly." She glanced around at the dark night. "I'd love to do the trees silhouetted against the dark sky. Or the waterfalls that I saw on the way up here. I can still hear them."

"Yeah, there's more than sixty glaciers melting out here," he said. "Along with all the heavy rains we got this year. All that water's rus.h.i.+ng 24-7 to the sea."

She handed him another marshmallow from the bag, and their fingers brushed. Her breath caught, and the sound went straight through him. She busied herself with her toasted marshmallow, popping it into her mouth, sucking some of it off her finger. He tried not to stare and thereby prove that she was right with guys only think about one thing, but Christ. She was sucking on her finger. A completely involuntary sound escaped him, and she stopped.

He met her gaze, and though he couldn't quite read her expression, she didn't look disgusted or p.i.s.sed off. She nibbled on her lower lip for a beat, and suddenly it seemed like all the cool air got sucked out of the night, leaving only heat.

Lots of heat. But h.e.l.l if he'd do one d.a.m.n thing about it. Beautiful as she was sitting there by the fire's glow, he knew making a move on her would be fatal to any friends.h.i.+p they might have.

But she kept looking at him like she'd never really seen him before, and then suddenly they were a lot closer, their thighs touching. His hands itched to reach for her but he forced himself to stay perfectly still. Perfectly. Still. Which was how he knew that she leaned in first. Oh, yeah, but just as her mouth got to his, a coyote howled-a bone-chilling, hair-raising cry that was immediately answered by another, longer, louder howl that echoed off the mountain caverns.

Amy jerked, straightening up with a startled gasp.

"They're not as close as they sound," he said.

She nodded and leaned over to fiddle with her boot, using the ruse to scoot close again. He'd have teased her about it but he didn't want to scare her further off.

Another coyote howled, and then more joined in. Amy went rigid and set her hand on his thigh.

Matt silently willed the coyotes to come closer, but they didn't. Instead, when Amy realized where her hand was, she s.n.a.t.c.hed it away. "Sorry."

"Don't be. You can hold on to me anytime." He threaded a row of marshmallows onto her stick for her, and then did the same for himself, watching Amy keep an eye on the shadows of the woods around them as though maybe, if only she concentrated hard enough, she'd be able to see through the dark.

"Not a big camper, huh?" he asked sympathetically.

"I'm more of a city girl."

"Which city?"

"New York. Miami. Dallas..."

"All of them?"

"Chicago, too," she said. "I moved around a lot."

He pulled his stick from the fire and wished he had chocolate and graham crackers to go with the perfectly toasted marshmallows. "I'm from Chicago," he said. "Born and bred in the rat race." Which he didn't miss. Not the weather, not the job, not the ex... Although he did miss his family. "When were you there?"

"Ten years ago." She shrugged. "Just for a little while."

He knew she was twenty-eight, so that meant she'd been eighteen when she'd been there. "You went to high school in Chicago?"

"No. I took the GED and got out early. Before Chicago."

"Ten years ago, I was just out of the Navy," he said. "Working as a cop. Maybe our paths crossed when you were in town."

"Yeah, not likely," she told him. "You were SWAT, not a beat cop running homeless teens off the corners."

He wasn't surprised that she knew he'd been SWAT. Everyone in Lucky Harbor knew everyone's business. He just wished he knew hers, but she'd been good at keeping a low profile. "You were a homeless teen?"

She let out a single syllable hum that could have been agreement or just a vague "don't want to talk about it."

Too bad that he did want to talk about it. "What happened to your parents?"

"I'm the product of what happens when teenagers don't listen in s.e.x ed cla.s.s. Nothing you haven't seen before on 16 and Pregnant."

"That bad huh?"

She shrugged and stuffed the marshmallow into her mouth.

Conversation over, apparently. Which was okay. He'd get another chance. He enjoyed watching her savor each marshmallow like it was a special prize. He especially enjoyed how she licked the remnants off her fingers with a suction sound...

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