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Merry quietly raised herself to look down on Gage, asleep, then lowered her head to kiss his parted lips.

Having to lie so close to him in the plane’s cabin, she felt the heat of his breath, felt his heartbeat under her palm. With one last glance at the sleeping man, she admitted that if things had been different, if the world had been normal when they’d met, there could be more between them.

She stopped that foolishness in its tracks. No, not with him. There could never be anything other than friendship, no matter what she felt. Once they were rescued, he’d leave Wolf Lake and she’d stay. Simple. And this would merely be a memory.

But for now, they were here, together, and she’d hold on to him until it was time for her to let go.