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  Kellan was not a badass by any stretch of the imagination, which for once was a good thing. He was nice to have in an emergency, and this felt like as big an emergency as I could imagine.

  “We’re going to be okay,” he was saying. “So you can let go. Any time now, Rach…”

  He sounded a bit strangled, and as I took stock, I saw why. At some point, I’d climbed out of my seat and into his, which meant I was in his lap, my arms shrink-wrapped around his neck, which probably accounted for his sounding like he couldn’t breathe. Chances were, with the death grip I had on him, he couldn’t.

  My face was pressed into his throat. Since he hadn’t shaved today, and maybe not yesterday either, his skin was roughing up mine, but that felt like the least of my worries, so I just kept holding on as tightly as I could. Our bodies were sandwiched together, like peanut butter and jelly, and though he was definitely trying to put some space between us, I wasn’t allowing it.

  “That was hella fun,” Jack said from the cockpit.

  I looked up. The crazy bastard was grinning.

  “It was a little close,” Kellan pointed out, still holding me. He didn’t really have a choice, since I hadn’t loosened my grip.

  “Nah,” Jack said. “Should have seen last time. Lost the tip of the right wing. Anyhoo, we’re here now.” He hoisted himself out of his seat.

  I could still feel Kel’s heart beating against my breasts. I could feel a lot of him: his chest, his belly and…“Kel? Something in your pocket is digging into me.”

  He sighed, still sounding a bit strangled. “If you’d just let go—”

  I looked up into his face in time to see a flush ride up his cheeks. Oh. Oh. I could feel every inch of him. Apparently there were just more inches than I’d realized.

  “Here you go.” Jack tossed our bags from the upper storage down to our feet, and put his hands on his hips.

  I unwrapped myself from Kellan, who looked very happy to have me do so, then I stood up on legs that were still quivering.

  “Tips are welcome,” Jack said, “so don’t be shy.”

  “I have a tip,” I said. “Take flying lessons.”

  His grin broadened.

  Free of my weight, Kellan sat there gasping for breath.

  I scowled down at him. “I wasn’t that heavy.”

  “Of course not.”

  “You’re just too scrawny.” Only he hadn’t felt so scrawny a moment ago…

  He rubbed his chest as he stood, gesturing to me to leave the plane ahead of him.

  I hopped down. In Los Angeles, we’d have felt a wave of heat, but here there was no wave. Fresh, late-afternoon air brushed over us, cool and clear and crisp, and utterly devoid of the burn of smog.

  It did feel good to have solid ground beneath my feet. We stood on the shore of some wildly raging river, surrounded by forest and mountains so tall, I had to tip my head back to see them all. In spite of the noise of the rushing water, we were enveloped in silence, the kind that comes from the utter lack of civilization. At least, the human kind. I looked around for bears, but thankfully, I didn’t see any.

  No mountain cats either.

  Jack dropped four boxes out of the plane next to our bags. “The weekly drop of supplies for Hideaway,” he said, then began to shut the door.

  “Wait,” I said, a bad feeling gathering in my belly along with the remnants of terror from the flight. “Where are you going?”

  “Back.”

  “Back?” We were going to be alone here? I wrapped my arms around myself and moved slightly closer to Kellan, which was silly. He was more city than me. “You can’t go back!”

  “Sure I can.” Jack turned away, then slapped his forehead. “Oh, wait. I forgot to list the warnings.”

  “Warnings?”

  He ticked them off on his fingers. “Watch out for sudden rainstorms—they come with flash floods. The mosquitoes are a bitch—real killers. You should spray the hell out of yourselves so you don’t get any diseases. Oh, and don’t feed the bears.” He flashed his grin. “Okay then. Have fun. See you on Monday.”

  Flash floods. Killer mosquitoes. Bears for real. Oh God.

  “Hold on.” Kellan looked around. “I don’t see the car rental place.” In fact, there was nothing but trees and sky, and our bags at our feet. “We have a Jeep waiting.”

  Jack laughed hard and long. “Car rental place.” Still grinning, he shook his head. “They get you tourists good with that one, don’t they? Look, just take the path there”—he pointed vaguely behind us—“up about a quarter of a mile. You’ll find the bed and breakfast, no problem. There’s a Jeep there, available to guests. But there’s no roads, just four-wheeling. You’re not going to actually get anywhere except by my plane.”

  “But—” I was having a hard time wrapping my brain around the quarter-mile hike, much less the no-road thing. “You’re leaving?” I repeated weakly.

  “Back on Monday,” he said again, as if deserting us was no big deal.

  For days.

  In the wilds.

  “Um…”

  But I could “um” all I wanted. He’d started his plane and was taxiing down his runway—the river.

  “We’re in the wilds,” I said. “Alone. With neither of us knowing a pine tree from an oak.”

  “I know a pine from an oak.”

  “Really?” I shot Kel a sideways look. “Do you know what all this is?” I waved a hand at the growth nearly swallowing us whole.

  “Sure.” He looked around. Pointed. “There. Those are spruce. And there? Birch.”

  “Are you kidding me? You know the types of trees these are?”

  “Yeah.” He craned his neck the other way, and studied the landscape some more. “And those”—he pointed to the bushes lining the path, or rather, practically taking over and suffocating the path—“that dense stuff right over there is a bunch of alder thickets, see?”

  “Huh.” I couldn’t believe he knew what he was talking about. This in itself was disturbing enough, but then, right next to me, a thick, overgrown so-called alder thicket began to shimmy and shake, as if someone had turned the thing on vibrate.

  Accompanying this was a series of undomesticated, ear-piercing whistles in different tones, reminiscent of C-3PO from Star Wars having a bad day.

  I didn’t think; I simply reacted, and threw myself at Kellan.

  He caught me—barely—against his chest with an “oomph,” staggering back a few feet.

  “Do you hear that?” I whispered, pointing with a shaking finger at the bush, which yep, was still rocking and rolling. “What is it?”

  Kellan was still struggling to hold us both upright, but he let me burrow close, and after a moment, he cupped my head in a sweet gesture belied by his next words. “You’re not going to like it.”

  “No?”

  “It’s something terrifying.”

  “My God.” I couldn’t handle anything else, I was sure of it. “What? What is it?”

  “Big Foot.”

  “What?”

  “Okay, it’s not. It’s just two squirrels fighting.”

  Lifting my head, I stared at him.

  “They’re out-of-control squirrels, too. Wild. Vicious.” His voice had laughter in it. “Better run, Rach.”

  I shoved free, and closed my eyes. “This is not nearly as funny as you seem to think.”

  “A little bit, it is.”

  I opened my eyes now, and glared at him. “Seriously? You have no idea how good running sounds. Running. I never run, Kel.”

  He just kept grinning.

  “Kel?”

  “Yeah?”

  I’d planned on saying something not very nice, but the truth was, I had no temper available because I was working on pure nerves. “What have I gotten us into?”

  He managed to stop grinning and reach for my hand, and unlike me, he squeezed only very gently. “I don’t know. Why don’t we go find out?”

  “Yeah.” I looked down at the boxes at our