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Jackie’s mind raced as she and Skip headed back to the lodge. She fought against shivers that had started the moment she had sat next to Roman in that cockpit. His nearness had unnerved her. She flashed back to her impulsive brother, riding off a snowy ridge and cracking his collarbone. He’d had his arm in a sling just before the accident that had taken his life. Ironic that it had been Roman at the wheel that night, not her reckless brother. Remember that, Jackie. She swallowed hard as Skip parked the snowmobile and they made their way toward the comfortable living room of the Delucchi Lodge.

Fallon sat on a couch, still wearing her jacket. Jackie could tell by the stiff set of her shoulders that the girl was upset. Jackie remembered Fallon as a moody teen, smitten with her handsome brother, but hadn’t there been something else? At the end, before Jackie’s brother died, there had been some anger, some unusual explosiveness in the girl. At the time, she’d attributed it to teen angst, but now as she looked at her, she wondered if she had missed something.

“Oh, sweetie,” June said, entering the room. She smiled at Jackie before catching her daughter’s hands. “I still can’t believe you were out there all alone. That gives me goose bumps.”

Fallon pulled her hands away. “I’ve already told you I’m fine, Mom. You don’t have to get all crazy about it again.”

June shot Jackie a rueful look and left when a timer sounded in the kitchen.

After repelling any attempts at conversation, Fallon sat on the couch, water droplets sparkling on her straight brown hair. She kept her gaze fastened to the window. Sounds of June washing dishes floated into the cozy space over the crackle of a fire in the old stone hearth. In the adjoining room, a newly married couple sipped from mugs as they cuddled together on a love seat with reindeer-horn armrests. Skip was tending to the snowmobiles and somewhere, out in the endless night, was Roman.

Roman. Even his name brought to life a storm of emotion inside her. It was no longer the feeling she’d nursed since she was a teen, the all-consuming love for him that grew every time she came to stay. Now it had changed into something else, twisted by anger, misshapen by grief, but still with an undercurrent of longing that she could not explain. With a sigh, she rose to warm her hands by the fire.

Fallon’s voice startled her. “Was your dad here when they built this place?”

“The lodge? No. Why do you ask?”

“I just wondered who helped, is all. I heard they hired some people who were in town for the summer to build the cabins. Gave them room and board and some stayed on awhile after to be on staff here. I wasn’t born then.”

Jackie looked at her quizzically. “I’m sure they did. When we came the first time, it was just your parents and a housekeeper, Dax and another man, I think.”

The girl’s eyes seemed to blaze with reflected firelight. “So why did you come back now?”

Jackie kept her tone light. “I needed to get away.”

“From what?”

She looked at the fire. “Things at work were stressful. I wanted a change of scenery.”

“That’s weird.”

“What?”

“That you’d come back here, after two years. To the place where Danny died. And seeing Roman and all. That must be weird, too.”

Jackie swallowed. You have no idea. Weirdest of all was the way she couldn’t seem to get Roman out of her mind. His face, his voice, the golden green of his eyes. “I didn’t know he’d be here. I figured he’d left to join the air force, like he’d always talked about.”

“I guess people don’t always do what you think they will.”

Jackie turned to face her, trying to read the expression in the girl’s face. “Is something wrong, Fallon?”

She chewed at a fingernail. “No.”

She intended to press her further when Skip came in, eyeing them nervously.

“Getting reacquainted?” He sat down next to his daughter. “You really had us concerned there, kitten.”

Fallon turned her face away. “I can take care of myself.”

“Sure you can. We just worry, that’s all. Alaska’s a pretty big place.”

“Not big enough,” Fallon muttered before jumping off the sofa and leaving the room.

Skip gave Jackie a tired smile. “And I thought the hard part was when she was a toddler, sticking her fingers in light sockets. That was a walk in the park compared to this teen thing.”

June reappeared with steaming mugs of cocoa and Byron Lloyd at her elbow.

“Daughter okay?” Lloyd asked, his full cheeks pink over the collar of his jacket.

“Yes, she’s fine,” Skip said. “How did you know she was missing?”

He chuckled and pointed to Jackie. “Heard people calling her name. Saw this young lady scurry off and heard the snowmobile engines. Saw Mrs. Delucchi all worried. I put two and two together.”

Jackie looked at him closely. He’d been watching her, all right—following her every move.

He stared back at her. “You look pretty comfortable on a snowmobile. Must have put in some time on one when you visited here before.”

“Some,” she said. “You know, I’m really tired. Jet-lagged. I think I’ll go back to my cabin now.”

Skip hugged her, and Lloyd offered a cheerful wave as she left.

The frigid air grabbed her in an icy fist as she walked into the darkness. Living in California had stripped her of her cold-weather hardiness. Danny would have laughed. He’d always been impervious to the cold. She looked up into the brilliant sky, decorated with a breathtaking swath of stars and felt suddenly very small and very alone.

Had Reynolds’ men figured out she’d run? Had Asia and Mick found a place to hide? Terror balled up in her stomach, and it took all her willpower to suppress it.

With a deep weariness, she unlocked the door to her small cabin and went inside. The woven throw rug and exposed pine beams of the ceiling should have made her feel cozy and secure, but she could not shake the inner chill. She lit a small fire, prepared a steaming cup of tea and sat down in a sturdy, hand-carved chair to put her thoughts in order.

Coming to Alaska had been a huge mistake. It made her question her other recent decisions. Maybe the entire situation with her boss was one big misunderstanding. Dr. Reynolds was a respected cardiologist, yet Asia had stumbled onto evidence that he was selling patient information, possibly to a crime ring, which then submitted fraudulent claims through a vast network of companies.

Maybe they should have gone to the cops. Even if Dr. Reynolds and his network had paid off some of them, he couldn’t have the whole police department under their thumb.

She thought again about the cop who’d shown up at her apartment. He’d known all about her. Had he learned all about her friends too? A tremor swept through her body. Had Mick and Asia found refuge somewhere? She dialed the phone to check messages on her voice mail. There was only one. The voice was low and raspy. But the words were clear as ice.

If you tell anyone what happened, your father will pay.

Panic set in, filling her up until she thought she would scream. The only thing that kept her from bolting straight to the airport was Asia. She had to know Mick and Asia were okay before she ran again. E-mail. Maybe Asia had sent a message.

Jackie reached out with trembling hands to boot up her laptop, when her heart thudded to a stop. Was it her imagination? Perhaps her hands were hot from the tea. She felt the top of the machine again. There was a faint trace of heat there, as if it had been turned on recently.

In spite of the warmth, her body went dead cold. Somebody was spying on her.

Roman inhaled the frigid air as if it could somehow freeze away the thoughts that tormented him. The faint scent of Jackie lingered on the blanket, a clean fragrance of soap that toyed with his heart. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Though the comforting hum of a generator kept the heater going, the minus-fifteen-degree temperature forced its way in. Sitting in the plane, a sleeping bag wrapped around his shoulders, he studied the way the moonlight bathed the frozen ground in luminous silver. It could be so beautiful and so deadly.

Still, winter held so many fabulous memories, framed by snowy days spent with Jackie. Each winter brought her back, more beautiful and full of life than the previous one. Had it really been only two years since he’d decided to propose to her? He’d saved every dime for the Tlingit ring, an intricate twist of gold and silver, the twining together of the eagle and raven.

Then all his dreams came to a halt in one horrific moment. He felt the cold inside now, and it had nothing to do with the air. If he’d just said no to Danny’s request for a ride into town. If he’d only seen the unstable layers in the snowpack that would sweep them off the road. The stubborn part of his conscience spoke again. There was something else, something onthat night that shouldn’t have been there. He could not pull the detail out of his foggy memory any more now that he could two years ago. The amnesia had not diminished.

“Doesn’t matter anyway. I was behind the wheel. I killed him and I’ll have to live with that forever,” he whispered, his breath condensing in the air. He hadn’t asked God for forgiveness, because deep down he knew he did not deserve it. He should pay, and had been paying for the last two years, going on a lifetime. He’d somehow survived without the love that had been the biggest part of his life, and he’d thought those feelings would remain buried forever. He’d believed it, until she’d come back.

The radio crackled to life.

“You’re a hardheaded fool,” Wayne Fisk boomed.

Roman couldn’t resist a smile. “Yeah, I know, but you’re going to get this bird back in one piece.”

“As long as the pilot doesn’t wind up freezing to death or getting chewed by bears.”

“No bear would eat me.”

“True. Not enough fat to savor, all muscle and gristle.”

Roman laughed.

After a pause, Wayne continued. “It’s really something that Jackie’s back.”

“Uh-huh. How come you didn’t warn me? You had to have seen her name when she booked?”

“That’s the funny thing. She used the name J. Marley, so I didn’t connect it. Didn’t figure it out at all until June told me a minute ago, when she called to make the next set of flight arrangements for the guests.”

Marley. Her mother’s maiden name. Roman realized Wayne had fallen uncharacteristically silent. “Still there?”

“Sure. I just wondered how you’re doing, since she’s back.”

“I’m fine.”

“Thought it might be uncomfortable being so close.”

He spoke more loudly than he’d intended. “We aren’t going to be close. I’m sure we won’t even see each other while she’s staying here.”

“Not unless you want to.”

Roman shifted uneasily. “Thanks for checking in. I’ll see you as soon as I can thaw her out tomorrow.”

“Right. Stay warm.”

“Roger that.” As he turned off the radio, a movement in the tree line caught his attention.

So what was Jackie doing here now? Under a different name? Clearly she hadn’t planned the trip, showing up in an inadequate jacket with only a duffel bag in hand. And there was something in her eyes, besides the anger and pain. There was a shade of fear. The thought of her being afraid made his breath come up short. Was she in some sort of trouble?

He knew she did not want his help and he would never be able to offer it. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on things.

As long as he did it from a distance.