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THREE hours later, and exhausted from the search, everyone stood next to the sheriff’s vehicles to figure out the next move. They’d had to wait out the heavy rain, then had gone back out and combed the area once it let up, but any trail of her son had been washed out.

“But we can’t leave Zack out there,” Gina cried.

A frustrated Reed Larkin said, “Of course not, Gina, but it’s getting dark. I need to go back to town and get more volunteers and we’ll start out again at first light. The men need to eat, and get some rest.”

“It could be too late by then,” Gina argued.

The sheriff turned to Grady Fletcher. “Is there a chance your dog might be with Zack?”

Gina was hopeful. “Is that true?”

Grady nodded. “Scout might have got the boy’s scent and gone after him. If the dog couldn’t get the boy to follow him back to us, he’d stay.”

She was hopeful. “So Zack’s not alone out there?”

“It’s a possibility,” Grady told her. “I don’t know for sure.” He hesitated. “Scout had some injuries while in Afghanistan.”

Gina frowned. “Injuries? So you don’t know how he’ll act? Could he harm Zack?”

Grady shook his head. “Scout wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he’s given provocation. If he found your son, he’s been trained to stay with him. He’ll protect him with his life.”

The sheriff stepped in. “I know I can’t get you to go back to town, Gina, but I can call Lori.”

“No, I don’t want her out in this weather. She’s pregnant and Jace is out of town.”

“So you’re going to spend the night in a truck?” the sheriff argued. “And there’s more rain expected.”

“I’ll be all right.” She turned to Grady. “That is, if you’d be willing stay, too. Of course I’ll pay you for your time.”

The man straightened. “I don’t want your money. I’ll stay for the boy and for my dog. But a better plan might be to go to my grandfather’s cabin up the road. At least dry off and get something to eat.”

Reed Larkin stepped in. “That’s a good idea, Gina. You can’t just keep wandering around these mountains. You’ll get lost. That isn’t going to help Zack.”

How could she leave her son? “How far away is the cabin?”

“About a half mile from here,” he offered. “You’ll at least be close by, and if Scout leads the boy out, he’ll bring him to the cabin.”

She looked back at Reed. “Go, Gina,” he told her. “You’re chilled to the bone. I’ll be back at first light.”

It had been a long time since she’d trusted a man, outside of her new brother-in-law, Jace, and a few of the townspeople. It looked like she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Thank you, Grady,” Gina said. “I promise I won’t be a problem.”

Grady knew that wasn’t true. Gina Williams had already caused him the kind of trouble he didn’t need right now. “I know. And you’ll at least dry off and get some food in you.”

The sheriff stopped Grady. “I’ll be back at dawn.” He handed him his card. “If anything happens before then call my cell phone.”

Then the men loaded into the vehicles and drove down the road.

“Come on, let’s get you warmed up.” Grady helped Gina into the truck, then turned on the heater, trying to stop her shivering. The temperature had already dropped with the fading daylight, and with the combination of the rain, it was damn cold. He, too, was worried about the boy, praying he had found cover.

He drove along the bumpy road that led to the old log cabin that he’d called home for the past three months. In the dim light, the place didn’t look much better than when he’d officially moved in a few months ago, knowing his grandfather needed a lot of help for his recovery.

After parking the truck, he got out to help his guest, but she’d already jumped down by the time he reached her. He climbed the steps to the porch that sorely needed to be replaced. It was one of the many things on his list. He would get to that in time. But it meant he wasn’t exactly ready to have guests.

He unlocked the door and swung it open and allowed Gina to step inside. He followed and quickly went to the back room and switched on the compressor, then returned and turned on the table lamp.

“Oh, my,” she said. “It really is rustic.”

He glanced at her. “There’s a generator for the refrigerator and lights, but wait until you need to use the facilities. They’re still out back.”

She shrugged. “Then maybe I should head there now.”

With a nod, he showed her the little house toward the back of the cabin. He waited on the porch as the last of day turned into night. It only took a few minutes before she came hurrying back to the cabin.

Inside again he watched her examine her surroundings in the main room. A huge stone fireplace and rough log walls were as far as the rustic charm went. It got worse with the old sofas and two chairs that were covered in a faded fabric. A big scarred table took up most of the kitchen area. He’d like to get rid of a lot of it.

Old Fletch had had the entire space crowded with furniture. His grandfather never threw out anything. Thank goodness he hadn’t inherited that trait from the old man. Since he’d heard about his grandfather’s accident, he’d been doing double duty. Once he’d arrived here from Texas, he’d been going to the nursing home to oversee Fletch’s recovery from his broken hip. He’d also been trying to clean up this place by hauling things off to the dump.

He handed her a blanket and lit the logs in the fireplace. “It’ll be warm soon.”

“I’m fine, really,” she said, unable to stop her shivering. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you letting me stay here. I just need to be close by.”

“I understand.” He went into the kitchen area. “I’m going to reheat some stew I made last night.”

“Please don’t feel you have to wait on me.” She stood by the fire. “I’ll probably just sit right here.”

“I’m going to eat, so you might as well.”

She nodded. “Okay, what can I do to help?”

He nodded toward the cupboard as she came into the kitchen area. “The bowls and spoons are in there.”

Gina did as he asked. She was surprised at the cabin, especially the array of furniture crammed inside. The cabinet that held the dishes was an antique. “You have a lot of … things.”

“It all belongs to my grandfather. He’s been in a nursing home. I’ve been trying to clear out most of this stuff since I came here a few months ago.”

She looked at him. “Are you selling the furniture? I might know of someone who’s interested.”

“In this junk?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Your grandfather has some nice pieces. This cabinet is probably an antique. It’s a Hoosier.” She glanced over the scarred wood. “It might need work, but it’s worth some money.”

He turned up the flame on the camp stove and set the pan on top. “Really?”

Gina once again saw on his neck the long burn scar that ran past his collar. She didn’t want to stare, but it was hard not to. “You said Scout was injured by a bomb. Were you with him?”

He stopped, but didn’t answer for a while. Then he looked at her with those dark brooding eyes. “Are you asking if that’s where I got my scar?”

She nodded.

“Yeah. It’s not pretty, but I was one of the lucky ones.”

Grady tried not to think about that day, or the two men he’d lost.

“I’m sorry. It must have been horrible.”

“Yeah, war usually is.”

Grady thought back to the two young soldiers, Jimmy and Vince. After he’d been well enough to leave the hospital, Grady had made a trip to West Virginia to visit Jimmy Prescott’s family, then he’d gone on to Georgia to see Vince Johnson’s kin.

Gina drew his attention back to the present. “What about you?” she asked. “Do you have any family?”

He didn’t like where this was headed. “You sure are full of questions.”

She shrugged. “Seems you know everything about me and my sordid past.”

He frowned. “It’s not sordid. You did nothing wrong. The man beat you. There’s nothing lower than that. You did the right thing by sending him to jail.”

“Not as soon as I should have,” she admitted. “I had the misconception that I could love Eric enough to make him stop.” She raised her chin. “He just didn’t love me enough to want to. Now, my son is paying for it.”

He stopped himself from going to her. She didn’t need the kind of comfort he was willing to give. “Hey, we all have regrets,” he told her. Hell, he had a boatload of them. “Sometimes love isn’t enough.” Removing the pan from the stove, he carried it to the table and emptied the stew into the bowls. “Sit down. You need to eat.”

She did as he asked. “I’m really not hungry.”

He sat across from her. “Eat anyway. You need strength to hike around the mountains. I don’t need to have to carry you out of there tomorrow.”

She took a small bite and chewed slowly. “You’re good at giving orders.”

He swallowed a spoonful of stew. “I’ve had a lot of years to practice.”

Those deep green eyes widened and he felt a stirring of awareness. “How long were you in the army?”

He watched her take another bite. “I went in the day I turned eighteen, and got discharged last December. Twenty years.” When had he suddenly become such an open book?

“You don’t look old enough.”

And she looked far too young for him to think about anything beyond helping to find her son. So he needed to stop the direction of his thoughts. “Spoken like a respectful youngster.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not so young.”

“What, twenty-five?”

“Twenty-seven … my next birthday.”

Still far too young for him. Think of her as a kid sister. That didn’t work, either. He was drawn to her intriguing eyes once again, then his gaze lowered to her mouth and he felt the reaction like a slam in the gut. He glanced away. It had been nearly two years since he’d reacted so strongly to a woman. Not since his marriage had fallen apart. Definitely not since the accident. He stood. “Do you want any more?”

“No thank you. I’m finished.”

“Okay, if you need to use the bathroom again, I suggest you go now.” He looked out the window. “It’s started to rain again.”

She nodded. “I’m fine.”

Well, he wasn’t. So the sooner they found the boy the better. Then he could get back to his life.

“You think you can get away from me? Think again, bitch.”

Gina huddled in the corner, trying to protect her body from Eric’s vicious blows. “Please stop!” she cried, praying he’d tire and let her alone.

“Never. I’ll always find you. You’ll never get away. Never.” He stepped back, stumbling drunkenly.

Zack suddenly appeared. “Stop hurting my mom,” he cried, and began hitting his dad. “Go away. Leave us alone.”

Eric grabbed the boy, swung back his fist and she screamed. “No! Don’t hit him! No!”

“Gina! Wake up”

She felt someone shaking her. She finally opened her eyes and saw the large figure leaning over her. She gasped and pushed him away. “Please, don’t,” she cried and scurried to the end of the sofa.

Grady stepped back and raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, it’s me, Grady. You had a bad dream. I woke you, that’s all. I’m not going to hurt you, Gina. You’re safe here.”

Gina brushed her hair back, trying to slow her breathing. “Oh, God, Grady, I’m so sorry.” She glanced up to see the man standing there in the dark shadows in a pair of Levi’s and a T-shirt over a well-toned body. “Please tell me I didn’t hit you. Are you all right?”

In the shadowed light, Grady stared back at her, knowing it best to keep his distance. He wished he could get his hands on Lowell again. “Question is, are you?”

She nodded, but avoided any eye contact. “The nightmare must have been triggered by Eric taking Zack.”

At least she’d got a few hours of sleep. He’d covered her with a blanket before going into the one bedroom in the cabin.

She finally looked at him. “Is it light enough to start searching again?”

He nodded. “I expect by the time we have some coffee, it’ll be daylight.” He sure wasn’t going to get any more sleep.

After Grady dressed in fresh jeans and a shirt, he made coffee and they pulled on their coats and headed to the truck. It only took a few minutes to get back to the original spot where Eric’s truck had been parked the day before. Where Gina Williams’s nightmare had started.

Grady ended the call to the sheriff and put his cell phone back into his pocket. “Larkin said they’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“I can’t wait.” Gina opened the truck door. “I’m going to head up.” She was out of the cab.

Grady jumped out and went after her. He grabbed her by the arm, and she immediately jerked away. He raised his hands in surrender.

“Sorry. I just don’t want you to run off. You don’t know the area and could get lost, too. Besides, I want to check out another mine, the Lucky Penny.” He pointed to a different direction. “We didn’t get to it last night.”

“Why not?”

They started climbing the slope. “For one thing, it was too dark and it’s a lot farther.”

“Why do you think Zack could be there?”

“Scout knows the mines around here. I’ve been working with him there on some search-and-rescue training.”

Gina was frustrated. Her son had been out in the elements all night and all she wanted was to find him. “Okay, let’s go there.”

He nodded and they started their hike to the Lucky Penny.

She managed to keep up with him. “Do you think Zack would follow your dog to safety?”

“Your son seems pretty resourceful. He was smart enough to get untied and run away from his dad, then he’s smart enough to stay out of the weather.”

“But he doesn’t know that he’s safe from his dad. He might still be hiding.”

Zack was shivering when he woke up. He’d been cold all night, even with Scout sleeping beside him, keeping him warm. He was still next to him now. He wished it were his mom with him. He was so scared and his scraped hand hurt.

“What do we do, Scout? I don’t want my dad to find me. He’s mean, and he hurts Mom.” He stroked the dog’s fur. “He’ll hurt me, too, because I ran away.” He brushed away a tear, hating to cry.

The dog got up and gave a bark.

Maybe Scout could protect him. But his dad had a gun. He wiped away more tears. “Why can’t my dad just leave us alone?” he said, making a fist. “I don’t want to go away and have to hide again. I like living in Destiny with my mom, Aunt Lori and Uncle Jace and my cousin Cassie.”

The dog cocked his head as if he were listening to every word.

“We have a new house and I’m gonna try out for baseball next month. I get to have a birthday party this year.” He didn’t care about that. He only wanted his mom.

The animal made a whining sound and looked toward the cave opening.

Zack was suddenly afraid again. What if his dad got his mom, and hurt her? He didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly the animal jumped up and went to the opening, then he looked back and barked. He came back several times, and nudged at him before he ran outside.

“Wait, Scout,” Zack cried and took off after him. Once he was outside, the sunlight nearly blinded him. The dog barked again, then he heard a voice calling his name.

He tried not to cry, but he couldn’t help it. “Mom!” he yelled, and followed Scout. “Mom!”

Gina stopped when she heard the sound. She grabbed Grady’s arm. “I hear something.”

Grady paused and the next sound was that of a dog barking. He put two fingers in his mouth and let loose with a loud whistle. He was rewarded with another bark.

“This way,” he said. “It’s coming from the Lucky Penny.” He pointed toward their left, then took her hand and helped her climb up the slope. When they reached the cluster of boulders, a dog and child appeared.

Her heart was beating wildly. “Zack,” she cried, and ran to her son.

“Mom,” he cried, throwing himself into her arms.

“Oh, Zack.” The tears poured out of her as she hugged him tight, breathing in his familiar smell. Even with the mixture of dirt and sweat, it was heavenly. “Oh, thank goodness you’re safe.” She pulled back and did a quick examination. “We were so worried. Where did you go?”

The child looked worried. “When I got untied, I was afraid Dad would come back to get me. So I ran away.

Where is he?”

“Oh, honey.” She smiled. “Don’t worry. Sheriff Larkin has your dad in jail. Mr. Fletcher helped capture him.” She hugged her son again. “He’s never going to hurt us again. I promise, Zack. I promise. You must have been so scared.”

Her son pulled away. “I was at first.” He glanced down at the dog. “Scout came and stayed with me.” His brown eyes widened. “Mom, he’s a military dog.”

She managed a nod. “I know. He’s trained to find people and I’m so grateful that he found you.”

“He kept me warm all night long.” Zack looked at Grady. “Is he your dog?”

“Yes, he is.” Grady stood next to the animal, who sat perfectly still. “We’ve been in a lot of tight situations together. Scout was trained to find bombs. I guess now he can add little boys to the list.”

Gina had completely forgotten about the introductions. “Zack, this is Mr. Fletcher. He’s helped me search for you.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you had Scout.” Zack went over to the animal. “Can I pet him?”

“I know Scout would like that.”

Grady watched the affection between the two. This was a new experience for Scout. A child was hard to resist, could even be distracting. Grady glanced at Gina Williams. So was his mother.

“Maybe we should head back down,” he said. “You need to get warm and checked out to make sure you’re okay.”

They started walking down the slope just as the sheriff’s vehicle appeared next to his truck. The next ten minutes were chaotic as Grady stood back and let the paramedic look over the boy. Then they all piled into the vehicle.

“I can’t thank you enough for all you did, Grady.” She smiled for real this time and he found he liked it too much. “My son is everything to me,” she managed to say.

“Then you’d better go tend to him.” Scout sent a bark toward his new friend in the SUV. Grady watched Gina get into the vehicle and drive off. Suddenly he was alone once again, and realized it wasn’t what he truly wanted at all.

Be careful what you wish for.