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The shattering glass broke the stillness of the moonlit forest, startling sleeping birds into flight and scattering grazing deer in the meadow below. As the last tinkling echo faded away, Kitty McGuire studied the hole she’d created in the back door of the mountain cabin.

Tree branches rustled. A twig snapped. Heart pounding, she whirled and pointed the flashlight beam into the woods. Nothing stirred. Then an owl lifted to the air, its wings silhouetted against the full moon. Kitty sighed as the bird soared toward California’s majestic Sierra Mountain range.

The air held a tang of fresh, clean snow from the highest of the Four Sisters’ rugged peaks standing like sentries over the little valley. Her father had loved the Sisters, claiming they brought him good luck. Instead, they’d overshadowed his death.

Kitty blinked back hot, angry tears as she punched out the last triangle of stubborn glass and turned the deadbolt. Her hand hesitated on the doorknob as she fought the urge to jump in her Jeep and race back to L.A. She hadn’t planned to return to Pine Lake two months after the funeral. Only a murder accusation against her father could’ve drawn her back to a place overflowing with aching memories.

Tomorrow she’d hunt down the sheriff and the new fire chief, Luke Tanner, to set the record straight. Her father had died as he’d lived—an honorable public servant—and no one could prove otherwise. Then she could be out of here forever.

With renewed determination, she stepped into the dark kitchen, a blanket of stale air engulfing her. She batted at the filmy web clinging to her forehead.

Spiders.

Kitty shivered and tucked her hair firmly under her baseball cap. Scanning the rafters for any looming creatures, she felt along the wall for the light switch and flipped it. Nothing happened. A fuse must’ve blown, a common occurrence in the cabin’s ancient wiring system.

She yanked open the drawer where her father had kept the spare fuses and stared in dismay at the jumbled pile. She tugged open the next drawer, and then the next. They were all in the same state of chaos. Her fingers sifted through the utensils, matches and other kitchen items. No fuses. Maybe there were extra in the utility box. Slammimg the drawers shut, she turned, and choked back a scream.

A large dog stood in the open doorway, a stream of moonlight gleaming off his fangs. The beast’s nails clicked on the vinyl floor as he stalked toward her. A low growl rumbled from its chest.

“Good dog. It—it’s okay. Stay!” she said hoarsely. The dog stilled, but the rumbling intensified. Kitty snagged a heavy copper canister of flour. If she threw it and distracted the dog, maybe she could dash outside and close the door.

Sweat trickled down her back. She inched along the counter. Almost there. Lifting the canister, she fumbled behind her for the doorknob, but instead of cold metal, her fingers brushed against something damp and warm.

“Got you!” a husky male voice said. His arm wrapped around her neck, slamming her back against him. The canister flew out of her hand, exploding against the rafters. Flour showered down on them. The dog barked. The man coughed, his chest heaving.

Holding her breath, Kitty wrenched free and darted out the door. She tore around the corner toward her Jeep, but the man tackled her and knocked her into a pile of pine needles.

He pinned her flat. “Freeze!”

She froze. His heart pounded against her spine. Even with her nose pressed into the pine needles, she smelled his male scent of sweat and musk.

“You’re not getting away this time,” he said.

She twisted frantically under him. Her nails raked his arms. He grabbed her hands and hauled them over her head, knocking off her cap. Hair spilled over her face.

The massive body stiffened. “Hey, you’re a woman.”

“No kidding.”

“You armed?”

“You’d know it if I were.” He shifted his weight, and she gasped. “Get off me. I can’t breathe.”

He rolled to the side with his fingers clamped on her wrist and pulled her onto her knees. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and glared at her captor. Clad in black jogging shorts and tank top, his damp skin gleamed in the moonlight. Dark eyes scrutinized her from a strong-featured face masked with flour.

“Jack, guard.” He released her arm as the dog sat, his glowing, canine gaze focused on her. “Don’t try anything dumb. The sheriff’s on his way. Just be thankful I’m the one who found you and not someone with a shotgun. People are getting mighty fed up with stealing around here.”

She sucked in the thin air, trying to catch her breath. “Wh-what are you talking about? Who are you?”

He glanced at the cabin and shook his head. “Returning to a crime scene is really stupid, you know?”

Stupid? Her mind seized on a few choice words to call him, but the sound of crunching gravel from the driveway heralded the sheriff’s car. Kitty stifled a groan. She and Stan Johnson shared a tumultuous history, and their relationship wasn’t going to improve when he found out why she’d come back. She watched with growing apprehension as he squeezed his rotund frame out of the car door.

“Arrest this man, Sheriff. He attacked me,” she called out. Sheriff Johnson strode toward them in heavy boots, his fingers tapping his gun holster.

“Trouble here, Tanner?”

Kitty’s mouth dropped open. Luke Tanner? Of all the lousy coincidences. No wonder he hadn’t identified himself.

“I found her ransacking the kitchen again.” Tanner stretched his long body upward.

“Again? He’s crazy.” Kitty scrambled to her feet, ignoring the dog’s warning growl. “I just got here tonight and was only looking for a fuse.”

The sheriff’s cool gaze flickered over her and Tanner. “What’s that white stuff all over you?”

“Flour,” Kitty replied with a lift of her chin, glad more of the fine powder covered Tanner than herself.

Johnson’s thin gray mustache twitched. “Breaking and entering is a serious charge, Miss McGuire. You should know that.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring the implied reference to her past sins. “Give me a break. Since when is it a crime to break into your own place?”

The sheriff’s jaw tightened as he rubbed his evening shadow. “Yeah, well, things have changed around here. This property reverted to the town.”

“What?” Kitty’s voice rose an octave.

Johnson shrugged. “Something to do with funds your father borrowed on behalf of the fire department. Didn’t Pete let you know?”

“No, Pete didn’t let me know!” She hadn’t seen or heard from Pete Roth, her father’s lawyer, since the funeral when he’d informed her Sam had left everything to her. “Okay, maybe Pete tried to contact me, and I never got the message. I’ve been really busy. This whole situation is absurd. I’ll call him right now.”

“Can’t. Pete left with the missus on a Caribbean cruise. Won’t be back for a month.”

“How convenient for the town council,” Kitty said, hands on her hips. “No one around here to argue. They just take what they want. Well, they won’t get away with this.”

The sheriff stared at her without blinking and then slid his attention to Tanner. “I’ll run her down to the station. You want to come in and press charges or wait till morning?”

Charges? Her stomach constricted as she glanced at the shiny handcuffs dangling from the sheriff’s belt.

Tanner shook his head. “Wait a second, let me get this straight. This is Sam McGuire’s daughter, Katherine? The firefighter who lives in Los Angeles?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t know.” Kitty pointed her finger at Tanner. “And nobody except my mother ever called me Katherine. It’s Kitty. Got it?”

A muscle in Tanner’s cheek tightened as she continued, “I don’t know what scam the town council is trying to pull, but the cabin is mine. I have a key. Something’s wrong with the lock, which is why I broke the back window. The lights wouldn’t come on, so I searched the drawers for a fuse.”

Both men stood, silent. Kitty gritted her teeth to keep from saying more that might get her into further trouble.

“Miss McGuire,” Tanner said. “I can assure you, I didn’t know your identity. The cabin’s been vacant since the funeral. I understand before that, you hadn’t visited for years, which brings up the question—why are you here?”

Johnson’s eyes widened. “Yeah, why now?”

“You know why….” From their blank expressions, they didn’t have a clue. How strange. She looked from one man to the other. What was going on here? “Someone called me last night and said you two had turned up evidence that my father set the Wildcat Ravine Fire, which is totally ridicul—”

“Whoa.” Tanner held up his hand. “Who called you?”

She scowled at his rudeness. “He didn’t say—and before you ask, no, I didn’t recognize the voice.”

The sheriff glanced at Tanner and nodded toward the car. “Wait here,” Johnson said to Kitty as they traipsed away. She wanted to scream. They treated her as if she was a pesky mosquito buzzing around their heads, something to shoo away or, if she got too close, squash. Were they nuts? They’d accused her father of murder. Of course she’d be here. Of course she’d be involved.

She took an experimental step toward the house. The dog, which she could now identify as a black-and-tan German shepherd, rose, the rumble back in his chest.

“Okay, okay, settle down.” Kitty leaned against a tree, frustration vibrating through her. What a waste of time. She only had six vacation days left from the Los Angeles Fire Department and couldn’t afford unpaid leave after inheriting some of Dad’s bills.

The two men conferred for what seemed a year, and then the car’s engine roared to life. Her mouth dropped open as the sheriff drove away. Who would’ve guessed? She wasn’t going to jail after all.

Tanner reappeared from the shadows. “I apologize for the misunderstanding, Miss McGuire.” He snapped his fingers. The growling ceased, and the dog sprang to Luke’s side.

“A misunderstanding?” Kitty sputtered, following them around the corner of the house. “That’s the understatement of the year. Tell me something, Tanner, where in your job description does it say a fire chief is supposed to be out patrolling for burglars, or in this case, jumping defenseless females?”

Tanner paused at the fuse box, then the kitchen flooded with light. “I’m a neighbor. I was out for a run, minding my own business, until you decided to wake the whole forest by smashing a window. File a complaint against me if you wish, but the fact is, you still broke into town property.” His gaze sifted over her, making her skin prickle. “And I wouldn’t call you defenseless either. You managed to get your claws into me, but I guess I can’t blame you for defending yourself.”

He flipped on the porch light and brushed back his black hair, sending up a puff of white before he entered the cabin. “Be careful,” he warned. Glass popped under his shoes. “Jack, stay.”

She stepped cautiously around the dog that had halted in the doorway. The narrow, outdated kitchen looked even worse in the dingy light. Flour coated the countertops and floor like a fine snow. “What’d you mean when you talked about me returning to the scene of the crime? What happened?”

Tanner brushed his hand along the counter, and flour cascaded to the floor like a waterfall. “Someone broke in here yesterday. Third burglary in town this week. Jimmied the back door open, but at least there wasn’t any major damage. Just a few drawers tossed around. I live up the hill, so the town council hired me to oversee this place. I put in deadbolts this afternoon. You may want to check to see if anything’s missing.”

Kitty nodded as the hairs on her arms stood up at the thought of a stranger pawing through her father’s things.

“I filed a report. You would’ve been contacted soon.” Tanner’s military-straight posture exuded self-confidence, even streaked with flour. Kitty’s insides relaxed some. Maybe he wasn’t as incompetent as she first thought. Maybe she could reason with him.

He glanced around the kitchen. “Broom?”

“There used to be one in here.” She opened the closet door and handed it to him. He swept the flour into piles as Kitty scooped up glass fragments with the dustpan.

“Why didn’t the sheriff take me in?” she asked. “Johnson loved to make my life miserable when I was a kid.”

“Since the property is in legal limbo and no real harm occurred, we’ll forget about the incident if you do. I’ll get the window fixed tomorrow, and you can retrieve any personal things you want to take before I lock up. I can ship the rest to you later.”

Kitty bolted upward, dropping the dustpan. “It’s two in the morning. Where am I supposed to sleep? The hotel burned down. Even if I decided to go, I’m not driving seven hours back to L.A. tonight. Besides, I can’t leave until this stupid accusation about my father is cleared up, and I get my cabin back from those thieves on the council.”

Tanner stopped sweeping and scrutinized her. “I suppose there isn’t any harm in you staying here until morning.”

“You’re not listening,” Kitty said with a steely edge to her words. “I’m not leaving Pine Lake until my father is off the suspect list. He’s not an arsonist any more than you are.”

“I’m sorry, but the evidence suggests differently.” The bristles from his broom hit the linoleum with such force, clouds encircled her boots.

“What evidence? I have a right to know!”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. “Miss McGuire, go back to L.A. and let us do our jobs.”

“Not when you aren’t doing your job right!” Her frustration boiled over. Tanner eyes narrowed as he towered over her. She fought the compulsion to retreat and lifted her chin to glare at him.

Tanner sighed. “Look, I know it’s difficult, but this isn’t just about your father. Two other people died too. I can’t compromise the case.”

“I already know some of the details. The two construction workers were trapped in the hotel when the firestorm hit, but my dad was miles away and already…gone.” She took several deep breaths, fighting the mental image of her father’s battered body lying at the bottom of Wildcat Falls. “He had nothing to do with it.”

“Even if he was at the fire’s origin before the fire started?”

Kitty gasped. “How do know you that? Everyone just assumed he saw the smoke and went to investigate.”

Tanner turned his back to her. “I’ve said too much already. The details will be available when the investigation is concluded.”

Kitty bit her lip to keep from screaming. “I can’t believe this. He was the fire chief for fifteen years and an honorable man. You of all people should understand what he stood for. He protected this town.”

Tanner spun toward her, a raw emotion resembling anger or maybe pain flicked across his features before the professional mask settled again. “Just because someone wears a badge doesn’t mean they always uphold the vows that go with it,” he said in a low, controlled tone. “If your father was involved, as we suspect, then his being the fire chief for fifteen years doesn’t matter.”

“I’m going to prove you wrong.”

Tanner snorted. “How? Word has it you haven’t been in Pine Lake for more than three years, except for the funeral. What’s motivating you, Miss McGuire? Remorse? Guilt over neglecting your family?”

Kitty’s cheeks flamed. “I don’t have to answer to you or the sheriff. My relationship with my father is none of your business.”

“You’re right. My business is to protect the people in this town. I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Tanner tossed the broom into the closet and the floor shook as he strode to the door. “I’ll nail plywood over the window before I go. There are scraps in the shed.”

“I can do it.”

“Fine. Just make sure you close and lock the door this time.”

“Yes, sir.” Kitty rolled her eyes. As if she’d forget after her encounter with Fangs tonight.

“If you have a cell phone, keep it handy in case there’s trouble. I’ll be back in the morning to fix the window and help you move out.” He issued a command to the dog, and they disappeared into the night.

Kitty ran to the door. As much as she despised the idea, she needed his cooperation. “Tanner,” she called, racing across the moonlit clearing and into the dark woods behind him.

“Wait. I apologize for making you angry.” She gasped, her lungs burning. “And I’m sorry I scratched you, even if it wasn’t exactly my fault. Please wait.”

His steps slowed and then stopped on the narrow trail zigzagging up the hill. He turned to face her. “Look, Miss McGuire, I’m sorry I can’t help you. I understand how hard this must be. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions about you and your father. I’m sorry for your loss, but for your sake, just go home and leave the investigating to the experts.”

“I—I can’t.” A knot rose in her throat as she struggled to find her footing on the rocky incline. “What you said about me not being around lately for my dad is true. We had … problems, but he was a good man. He doesn’t deserve to be remembered for a crime he didn’t commit. Besides, this isn’t just about me not wanting his memory tarnished. There’s more at stake.”

Tanner waited, tall and still against a starlit sky.

She bit her lip. How much should she tell this stranger who might hold the key to clearing her father’s name? People twisted the truth for their own means all the time. She should be cautious until she got all the facts. But when she opened her mouth, the words gushed out like the thaw cascading over Wildcat Falls.

“My grandmother is in a nursing home and the only family I have left in the world. Nana is fragile and Dad’s death threw her into a deep depression. I—I thought I’d lose her too.” She swallowed hard. “As the fire chief, he was a hero in her eyes. Her belief that he went up on that mountain trying to save lives and died honorably in the line of duty gave her comfort. Now you’re claiming he committed arson. Maybe even murder. The shock will kill Nana if she hears that.”

“I’m sorry, but the facts—”

“He didn’t set that fire. I know he didn’t. I feel it in here.” She thumped a fist over her chest as she moved closer to him. “Let me prove it. I’ve taken classes in arson investigation and might provide some insight, unofficially of course. Plus, I grew up here and know this valley like the back of my hand. And despite what the sheriff may have told you about my absence, I still know more about my dad’s habits, his friends and activities than anyone else. I can be very useful to you.”

Her heart thudded in her ears as she stared into his eyes, willing him to believe her. His granite expression softened and he sighed, his breath tickling her lips. She became aware of how close they stood. She stepped away and her boot slipped on the trail’s sheer edge. Arms flailing, she pitched backward.

“Watch it!” Tanner grabbed her shirt and yanked hard. She slammed against him, her lungs letting out a whoosh of air. Stunned, she didn’t move in his embrace. The world stilled as heat radiated off his skin. Chilled with expended adrenaline, she longed to stay enveloped in his sturdy warmth. For a brief moment, she envisioned what it would be like to have someone’s strong arms around her like this, assuring her she wasn’t so alone in the world. Uneasiness rolled over her. She didn’t want to need anyone. After Jordan left, she’d promised herself never to be so vulnerable again.

“You can let go now,” she said, her voice muffled in his shirt, but he didn’t loosen his hold until she stood firmly in the middle of the path.

“Watch your step. I’m not really in the mood to fill out medical paperwork tonight.”

“I’m fine—thank you. Sorry about that…” She stepped farther away, embarrassment heating her cheeks.

She glanced at Tanner. He watched her with an amused tilt to his mouth. “Come by the station in the morning, and we’ll discuss your father’s case. There are questions you may be able to answer.” He turned and resumed his hike up the hill.

“Thanks, Tanner. You won’t regret it.” Her voice bounced off the massive boulders on the hill. His tall profile melted into the shadows as she rubbed her arms in the brisk air. Her heart still thudded painfully, but something told her it wasn’t just from the altitude. This tiny bubble of attraction to the man could be a problem. She should hate his guts for destroying her father’s reputation and memory.

The moonlight shone bright enough she found her way easily down the trail back to the cabin. Heeding Tanner’s advice, she found a plywood plank and nailed it over the broken window. She’d never been afraid to be alone in the cabin before, but tonight the shadows and quiet seemed ominous. After checking all the locks, she wandered into the living room and sank onto the sofa, too weary to attempt a shower. A cricket sang within the ancient log walls. Was it welcoming her home or warning her away?

She leaned back and studied her parents’ portrait over the fireplace. She’d never understood why her father kept the painting after the divorce. But then, she’d never understood a lot of things about Sam McGuire. Like what he’d been doing at Wildcat Ravine before the fire started.

She blinked rapidly as a fresh wave of grief engulfed her. She wasn’t going to cry. Tears didn’t do any good. She needed to concentrate on the case so she could leave the harsh memories behind and return to her real life. Not only would she run out of vacation pay, but she’d lined up job interviews for a position in arson investigation. A breakthrough here might help her chances to move up in rank.

A scratching noise drew her attention to the hole in the corner where her dad had designed a makeshift pet door to the crawl space under the cabin.

“Max?”

A soft meow answered, and the pet door flap lifted, revealing yellow eyes. The cat sprang through the opening and scampered to the couch. Kitty buried her face into the purring white fur. “I’ve missed you.”

The cat’s rough tongue swiped Kitty’s chin. Oh, how she’d wanted to take Max to the city with her after the funeral, but she knew he’d be miserable in a tiny apartment. Max was born a mountain cat and enjoyed roaming the woods. Thankfully, her neighbor Mrs. Oakley lived across the meadow and graciously offered to adopt Max and keep him fed. Apparently, he still liked to visit his old home.

Kitty pulled one of Nana’s knitted afghans over her legs. Max circled in her lap and settled into a vibrating tubby lump. Kitty rested her head on the cushion, but sleep evaded her as troubled thoughts swirled in her mind.

Her reaction toward Tanner disturbed her. Unfortunately, he hadn’t fit the profile of the inept dolt she’d imagined on the long drive up here. This man wouldn’t be easily swayed. His eyes held an unusual intensity and worldly intelligence that intrigued her but also warned her to be cautious. She couldn’t let a physical reaction cloud her judgment. She’d use him just like he’d use her to get the job done. Past experience had taught her well. Rule your life with your brain, not your heart. It was safer that way.

It was a mistake, Luke Tanner told himself for the tenth time as he charged up the steep, rocky hill. No doubt about it, he was slipping. How else could he have let the McGuire woman and her sick grandmother get under his skin so easily?

Three months retired from the Bureau and he’d already lost his objectivity. His research revealed Sam McGuire’s mother still lived in a nursing home, but Kitty, despite her innocent-looking blue eyes, could be lying through her pretty, pink lips. Her eighty-four-year-old grandmother might be senile and not even know McGuire had died. He’d been fooled before, and the process nearly cost him everything he loved.

He sprinted for the steps to his porch and leaned over, his hands on his knees. Living at seven thousand feet above sea level had some disadvantages—like less oxygen. If he hadn’t spent so much time in the Sacramento office the last couple months wrapping up loose ends, maybe he’d be acclimated by now. Jack panted beside him. Luke rubbed the dog’s soft ears. “Come on, let’s check on Michael.”

The dog raced ahead as Luke deactivated the alarm and climbed the stairs to the attic bedroom. The glow from the night-light illuminated the peaceful expression on Michael’s face, so unlike the surly one dominating it most days. Jack sniffed the boy from head to foot, and then lay on the rug, apparently satisfied no harm had come to his young charge.

Luke untangled the quilt from around the lanky ten-year-old body, gently tucking the ends under. “Thank you, God,” he whispered, awe in his voice. Even now, six months after the kidnapping, he found it difficult to believe he had Michael back safe and sound. Well, maybe not sound yet, but in time.

Luke smoothed a wisp of copper-colored hair off the boy’s forehead and then stepped toward the intercom that connected to downstairs and his father’s bedroom. “Dad? I’m back. Any problems?”

“Heard you come in.” His father’s gruff voice erupted from the small, black box on the wall. “Not a peep out of the kid.”

“Thanks for staying up. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.” He flexed his stiffening shoulders. What a night.

“No problem. With this contraption, I can hear a mouse tiptoe across a pile of pillows. It’s been a quiet evening, just what I needed to finish up this book on the John Muir Trail.”

“You thinking of taking a hike?”

James Tanner chuckled. “No, just wishful thinking. You know my old knees wouldn’t last five miles. You, though, work too hard and ought to take a vacation. Take my grandson camping like we used to do. Spend more time with him. A group from the church goes once a month in the summer.”

“I know. I’ll check it out soon.” Luke’s neck muscles knotted tighter. Finding the time for getting active in the church was another reason to get this case wrapped up fast.

“I’d lend you the book, but I need to return it to the library tomorrow.”

Luke smiled. He had a sneaking suspicion his father liked Miss Grant, the town’s kind, silver-haired librarian. When he wasn’t fulfilling his pastor duties at the community church or spending time with Michael, Dad hung around the library. Luke had mixed feelings about this possible romantic development. Logically, he wished his father happiness, but the thought of anyone taking his mother’s place twisted his gut.

First Mom, then Miranda. Too much heartache in the last three years. He didn’t know how he could’ve gone on if he’d lost Michael too.

“Night, Dad.” Luke switched off the intercom. He gestured to the German Shepherd.

“Come.”

The dog followed him down to the kitchen where Luke scooped out dry dog food. Jack stared at the bowl until Luke remembered to give the command to eat, a safety precaution to prevent poisoning. His father had thought Luke overly cautious by purchasing the specially trained dog for Michael’s protection, but having Jack gave Luke more peace of mind. And Lord, you know I need more peace.

Still too keyed up for bed, he trudged onto the long deck that hugged the length of the house. The crisp, mountain air soothed his hot skin. He leaned on the redwood railing and gazed down at the quiet town huddled next to the lakeshore. Pine Lake boasted clean air, good schools, small-town values and even an active church congregation.

After the horror of their last year in Chicago, the secluded valley seemed like the perfect place for Luke and Michael to start a new life. Luke hoped that with love and his grandfather’s spiritual guidance, Michael’s troubled spirit would heal, and the child could learn to trust again.

Jack trotted to the railing and whined. “I know, boy, you feel it too. Things aren’t right.” Luke moved to where he could see the McGuire cabin. Despite the tranquil setting, something sinister brewed in Pine Lake, and he couldn’t shake the feeling Kitty McGuire had bulldozed her way into the middle of the mess surrounding her father. How deeply she was involved, he didn’t know. Someone wanted her to come back. But why?

“Jack, go inside,” Luke said, releasing the dog to his post. Except during school hours and an occasional night run, Jack stuck close to Michael.

Luke moved indoors and caught a whiff of the McGuire woman’s light flowery scent on his arms. Her courage and determined loyalty to her father stirred something inside him. A longing he thought he’d buried with his wife. A longing he didn’t dare indulge in. Not now. Maybe never again.

Luke sighed and locked up the house. As usual, his timing stank. Who would’ve guessed after he’d turned in his badge and moved to Pine Lake, he’d be fighting crime again? When Sheriff Johnson, the only person in Pine Lake other than family who knew Luke was ex-FBI, asked him to temporarily assume the fire chief position to assist in the arson investigation, he couldn’t refuse. If the town wasn’t safe, then neither was Michael. Protecting his son consumed his whole life now.

He headed to the shower. The steamy water washed the intriguing woman’s scent away, but an edgy feeling lingered as he toweled off and crawled between the cool sheets. Exhausted, he tried to sleep, but Kitty’s parting words, “You won’t regret it,” kept echoing through his mind.

Luke groaned, rolled over and punched the pillow flat.

Regret it?

He already did.