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Authors: Jill Shalvis

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“For the bears and other curious four-legged predators.”

Nodding, she clutched the canister, turned on her heels, and headed toward the woods.

“Don’t go far,” he said to her stiff spine. “It’s easy to get turned around—”

“Contrary to my latest stupidest decision—which was
sleeping with you by the way,” she clarified helpfully, “I’m not a complete moron.”

“I meant because of the snow. We only got a few inches, but it’s deceiving.” He shoved the first-aid kit into his pack. “I’ll come with—”

“Follow me and die.”

He went still. “Okay, but just remember, everything looks the same right now with the low light—”

She waved a dismissive hand and kept going, vanishing into the woods.

“Milo,” Adam said, watching the spot where she’d vanished.

The dog bounded over.

“Seek,” he said, and pointed.

Milo went trotting after Holly. If she wouldn’t listen to reason, then she could have a babysitter while finding herself a tree.

But a few seconds later he heard her say “no,” quite clearly, obviously to the dog. She must have also given him the stern finger point, because a chastened Milo came slinking out of the woods.

“It’s okay,” Adam told him. “Good job.” He took a moment to call Dell and check in.

“Long night?” Dell asked casually.

“Don’t start.”

“I’m going to assume that since you’re still breathing, Holly didn’t kill you. You two find some…common ground?”

“I’m calling for my messages, Dell.”

“Look, just say yay or nay cuz Jade keeps texting me, wanting to know if I’ve heard from you yet.”

“Well, now you can tell her you’ve heard from me.”

“So, are you confirming or denying?” Dell pressed.

“Jesus.”

“Hey,” Dell said. “It’s not for me. It’s for Jade. She’s
convinced you’re still into the guilt thing.” He paused. “You’re not, right? You’re…okay?”

Adam resisted the urge to bash his head against the tree. “Should I assume there’s nothing critical?”

“Depends on your definition of critical. Reno kicked me in the ass a little while ago. That horse has no manners.”

“Tell him I owe him a whole apple,” Adam said, and disconnected. He called Brady next, who told him that Donald still hadn’t shown up or reported in.

“Not good,” Adam said, because he knew what this meant—a trip to the fucking caves. Yay.

“You okay out there?” Brady asked, as always able to pick up on Adam’s stress.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

Adam paused. “Fucking Dell,” he said, and Brady laughed softly.

“Yeah, I’m right here next to him,” Brady said. “So it’s true, then. You and Holly.”

“Dell doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“So it’s
not
true.”

Adam drew in a deep breath, visions of last night haunting him. Holly beneath him, arms and legs wrapped so tight around him that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began…

At the long pause, Brady laughed again. “Good luck. And trust me, you’ll need it.”

Adam paused. “Did you need luck? With Lilah?” The question shocked him. If he could have taken it back, he would have, in a heartbeat.

There was a beat of silence that told him that Brady was shocked by the unexpected reveal of vulnerability as well, and if he laughed, Adam was going to have to kill him.

But Brady didn’t laugh. “Hell, man,” he finally said. “I needed a lot more than luck. I needed divine intervention to land that woman, and I
still
almost screwed it up.”

Brady was just about the toughest son of a bitch Adam had ever known. And yet somehow he’d managed to land the sweetest woman on the face of the earth. They’d gotten married last month, a beautiful, emotional ceremony with a reception that had the entire town partying all night long. Still, Adam never got over his surprise while watching them together. Lilah would needle Brady, get on his case about something, anything. Food, work, his overprotectiveness…She’d keep after him until he’d start to get pissed, and then she’d go toe-to-toe with him. The kitten up against the lion. Adam had never seen anyone do that to Brady before, but Lilah had no fear of Brady. She’d throw her arms around the guy’s neck and kiss him, and he’d grin down at her like a teenager. Even now, to this day, when Adam was with Brady when his cell phone rang with Lilah’s ringtone, Brady would get that same big-ass grin on his face.


Don’t
screw it up,” Brady said.

With nothing else to say, Adam disconnected. He spent a few minutes packing everything up, with the exception of the two granola bars, apples, and water he’d taken out for their breakfast.

Still no Holly.

He paced the clearing, stopping every few seconds to peer into the woods where she’d vanished. “Holly.”

Nothing.

Dammit. “I’m coming in, Holly.” He did
not
want to surprise her. He’d armed her, for one thing. And getting Maced sucked. Besides that, he understood wanting privacy for whatever complicated morning routine a woman might try to go through out here. But if she was out there sulking, trying to punish him, then that was another thing altogether. He’d told her the truth last night, he wasn’t playing games. “Holly.”

Still nothing.

He gave her another sixty seconds, which was sixty seconds too long in his book because everything inside him
was saying he needed to go after her
now
. He did realize that his instincts when it came to women were completely screwed up, but all his life his gut feelings were all he’d ever had. Even when things had gone FUBAR on his last mission, it hadn’t been his instincts that had failed him. He whistled for Milo and then once again pointed where Holly had vanished. “Seek.”

Adam followed the dog, immediately picking up Holly’s boot prints in the snow. Milo had run ahead. Adam could no longer hear the dog, but then he heard the “tell,” three short, quick barks in a row, signaling Milo had made his find.

Adam trailed after both Holly’s booted prints and the dog’s paw prints, coming into another clearing. There he found both his dog and woman sitting on a fallen log. He paused, not sure what the hell to say to her.

Holly was sitting, legs bent, arms around her shins, head down on her knees. He could see the tension in every line of her body, tension that he was going to hope like hell was temper and not tears.

Temper was always infinitely preferable to tears.

Milo stood at Holly’s side, alert, eyes on Adam as he approached. “Good boy.”

Milo happily relaxed and plopped down to the snow.

“Holly.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. And for the first time since he’d last seen his therapist and had been forced to discuss feelings he didn’t want to discuss, he felt that same old familiar lick of panic.

Twelve

H
olly took one look at Adam’s expression and dropped her head back to her knees. Nope, she still wasn’t ready to see him. “I told you I needed a minute,” she said.

“No, you said you’d kill me if I followed you.”

He didn’t sound bothered by this, which somehow made her want to smack him. But she had bigger issues. First of all, she’d slept in her contacts, which always made her eyes sore and swollen. Dumb move. She’d just been forced to take them out and was as good as blind without them. And okay, so there hadn’t been a whole lot of “sleeping” going on last night, but her eyes were definitely suffering the consequences—unlike the rest of her body, which was actually still operating on a low-level hum of excitement. She couldn’t help it, every movement reminded her that she’d used muscles long out of practice.

That wasn’t the only thing she’d been out of practice at. Having a man inside her, moving over her, murmuring sweet erotic nothings in her ear as he took her places she couldn’t get on solo expeditions…

But he already regretted it, and that really chapped her ass.

And hurt her heart.

“I was willing to give you a minute,” he said. “But you were gone much longer than that.”

She jumped when she felt the warmth of his thigh as he sat next to her. The man moved like smoke. “Okay, so I needed a few minutes,” she said, keeping her face averted.

“Are you crying?” He sounded worried. Going to war hadn’t worried him. Facing down wolves hadn’t worried him. Traveling into the storm hadn’t worried him.

But tears apparently did. She sighed. “No.”

Not that she’d admit it, anyway.

He let out a long, slow, relieved breath that made her grind her teeth. “Thank Christ,” he murmured.

With a sound of exasperation aimed at the both of them, she rose to her feet, and then remembered the problem. Without her contacts, she couldn’t see a thing. Dammit! She sat down again.

“Hey,” Adam said with surprising gentleness. Crouching before her, balancing on the balls of his feet, he put his hands on her arms. She sensed his careful scrutiny, but thanks to being both near and farsighted, all of which added up to being as blind as a bat in daylight, she couldn’t see his expression clearly.

Probably not a bad thing.

“Just having trouble seeing,” she said.

“You wearing your contacts?”

For a guy who liked to pretend they barely knew each other—at least until last night—he sure remembered a hell of a lot about her. “I had to take them out,” she admitted.

He let out a breath. “You have your glasses with you?”

“Maybe in my pack.”

“Maybe?”

“Hopefully.”

“Shit, Holly.”

Which translated into
Dumb move, Reid
. Since she already knew this, she nudged him out of her way—or maybe it was more of a rude push—and rose. “It’s no big deal. We can still do this.” She pulled out her cell and hit Red’s number.

“There’s no news,” Adam said. “I already checked.”

Holly locked eyes with him as Red picked up. But Adam was right. No news. She slipped the phone back in her pocket and felt her chest tighten at the implications.

“It’s only day four,” Adam said.

And it wasn’t unusual for her dad to be gone five days. Not that this made her feel any better. Maybe the wolves had stalked him, too. Or a bear. Or maybe he’d had a stroke. Anything could have happened out here. “Let’s go,” she managed, and started walking.
That’s key,
she thought.
Keep moving.

A hand grabbed the back of her sweatshirt and redirected her one hundred and eighty degrees.

“Right.” She looked in the direction he’d pointed her in and realized that everything was…white. Without her contacts she had no depth perception, no sense of up or down, or right or left. It was like being in a terrifying cloud of nothingness.

This didn’t help the clamp on her heart. She whirled around, panic a hot, hard ball in her throat, but two strong arms came around her.

She clutched at Adam, fisting her hands in his jacket, pressing her face into his chest.

He didn’t say a word, for which she was grateful. He just held her, stroking a hand up and down her back while she took in his heartbeat, slow and steady. It had a calming effect on her, and she had to resist burrowing in even closer.

“You breathing?” he asked.

“Working on it.” She let out a shaky breath. “That anxiety is some nasty stuff,” she said, much more lightly than she felt.

She didn’t fool him.

“Remember,” he said quietly, “you’ve also got to have a plan and then move on it.”

She knew how hard won this knowledge was for him. And he was right. “The plan is to find him,” she said.

“So let’s do that.”

Yes. She was still getting used to the fact that Adam was crucial to the plan. She’d worried about giving him the ability to hurt her.

Again.

But the only person who could give him that power was herself. And she was older and dubiously wiser now. Besides, with the exception of their one big misstep last night, he’d clearly moved on.

He had a talent for that, and she was doing her best to learn it as well. “So what comes after the plan?”

He slid her a look. “Reframing your thoughts. Panic is often triggered by negativity.”

“So…think positive?” she asked doubtfully. Nothing was ever that simple.

“Like a Hallmark card,” he confirmed.

“Is that why you keep telling me it’s going to be okay?”

“No, I keep telling you it’s going to be okay because it
is
going to be okay.”

“What about last night?” she asked. “Was that a way to reframe my thoughts into something positive?”

He laughed softly and shook his head. “Don’t confuse being positive with hot-as-hell sex.”

She couldn’t believe it, but she laughed, too. “Well, you can see how I got mixed up, right? Because as it turns out, hot-as-hell sex is pretty damn positive, at least in the moment.” Some of her smile faded as she realized that’s exactly what he meant. In the moment. What they’d shared last night was a moment in time.

Nothing more. She pulled free.

“Holly—”

“Let’s just go.” It didn’t help that he had to practically lead her out of the woods.

But at least she found her glasses in her pack and could see again. They ate breakfast, and when she was done, she looked up and found Adam watching her, expression hooded. “What?” she asked.

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