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“How can I help you when you won’t tell me anything?”

Logan’s green eyes seemed to read her soul. “You’ve remembered more than you’re telling me.”

Ashley swallowed. “I don’t remember asking for your help.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t seem to mind last night, when you leaped into my arms.”

Of all the nerve. Her cheeks flamed instantly. “Your job, Ranger Everett, is to train me as a Big Bend ranger. Not pry into my personal life.”

The clouds rolled closer, intermittently blotting out the sun, and the scent of impending rain danced in the air.

Suddenly, a sharp, deafening crack split the air, and a spray of rocks pelted the side of his face.

Too close for thunder. Too brief for a rock slide.

The crack came again, along with another burst of rocks between them, but this time he heard the telltale whizzing sound, too.

“Down!” Logan yelled, jumping toward Ashley as another bullet zinged over their heads. “Someone’s shooting at us!”