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  the pleasure.”

  “You’re forgiven.” She paused. “For all of it.”

  “All of it?”

  “For you being a complete stubborn ass and all.”

  “Ah,” he said, something funny in his voice that she couldn’t quite place. Tension, certainly. Regret? Maybe . . . She tried to figure out what he might be thinking, but she’d never had much luck with that. Her stomach jittered. Nerves, unhappiness, emptiness, pick one.

  So this is what it felt like to have a hot fling go bad . . .

  “Adam’s got a crew in the woods and search dogs,” he said. “I’m going to join him.”

  That’s when she realized he was dressed in S&R gear. Nodding, she hugged herself as he started to go. Then he paused. “This isn’t your fault,” he said.

  She shook her head. “You don’t know that. Maybe he ran away because of his bad grade in spelling.”

  “Don’t do that, Kate. Don’t doubt yourself. You know who you are and what a great teacher you are.”

  She looked to the woods instead of into his eyes because she was afraid she might break. “Just find him.”

  She’d never asked him for a single thing, and they both knew it. A muscle in his jaw bunched, but he didn’t say anything else before he left.

  The street filled with people who wanted to help, including her family, Ryan, Holly and Jade, Donald Reid. Hell, half the town, it seemed. With dark coming, people organized into search groups and fanned out in every possible direction.

  And then the unbelievable happened.

  Tommy came up missing as well.

  It was like a nightmare, a bad Criminal Minds episode. One minute he was there, and then the next he was gone. Kate turned in a slow circle on her street, the warm, cozy, wonderful street she’d been so happy living on, as a shiver of dread raced up her spine.

  This isn’t your fault.

  Grif had told her that himself, and he never said anything that wasn’t one hundred percent true.

  But she still felt responsible.

  Tommy had gone after Dustin himself. She knew that. No man left behind, but the thought of him out there in the woods terrified her. She called Griffin.

  “I already know,” he answered. “I’m on it.”

  “Your app,” she said. “You can find him that way, right?”

  “Yes. Kate, I want you to trust me on this. It’s going to be okay,” he promised, sounding so calm and absolutely confident that she found herself nodding as if he could actually see her. She did trust him. Damn him. She disconnected and then nearly jumped out of her skin when someone slid an arm around her waist.

  Ashley.

  Her sister smiled wanly at her and handed her a steaming cup of hot chocolate. “You holding up okay?” she asked.

  “Yes. It’s going to be okay,” Kate assured her. “I think Griffin and Adam know where they are.”

  Ashley nodded. “Just in case, I’ve got Dad researching all the known trails that fan out from these woods.” She made Kate take the mug. “Drink it,” she said. “You’re cold and the sugar will help.”

  Kate took a sip, looking at her sister over the lid of the cup.

  “I know,” Ashley said. “I’m good in an emergency, right? Who knew?” She paused. “They’re going to find them. Tommy’s going to be okay.”

  Kate’s throat went tight. “I know.”

  “He has to be.” Ashley swallowed hard and looked away. “We’ve already lost mom. We can’t lose him, too.”

  Kate set the mug down and hugged her sister hard. “We won’t.” Her phone rang from her back pocket.

  “The boys are safe, and physically okay,” Adam said.

  Kate let out a relieved breath and had to lock her knees. “They’re together?”

  “Yep. Grif’s got them. He just called it into me and wanted me to call you right away. Kel’s calling Trevan Anders now.”

  She hung up and realized Adam had said “physically okay,” which relieved a lot of her angst but certainly not all, not by a long shot. She wanted to go to them but, one, she didn’t know where they were, and two, she had Ashley standing there looking terrified. She gave her the news and then they told their dad.

  Ashley let down her tough-girl guard to shed a few tears. “I do love that little freakazoid.” She clung for a moment. “Kate?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t wanna go away to college.” She said this in a rush and then sucked up another breath. “That’s your dream, not mine.”

  Kate squeezed her and pulled back just enough to look into Ashley’s eyes. “You’ve been holding on to that.”

  “Yeah.”

  Kate smoothed Ashley’s hair back from her face. “Are you ever going to tell me what your dream is?”

  “WSU Spokane.”

  Washington State University was only thirty minutes from home. A good, solid school.

  “I could commute,” Ashley said. “And stay at home. I love it at home. Is that weird? Wanting to stay close to Dad and Tommy? I just feel like it’s my place, you know?”

  Kate swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled, then pulled Ashley in tight again. “It’s wonderful. I—” She broke off, going still. Her place. “Oh my God.” She pulled free.

  “What?”

  “I know where they are.” She should have known sooner. Clearly Griffin had caught on immediately. With “physically okay” echoing in her brain, she took off running around the back of her building to the trail she used for her torture slash exercise. Past the park and Larry’s bench.

  Larry sat up as she passed.

  “Hey,” he said. “Popcorn?”

  “Later, Larry, I promise!” She kept going, up to the dam, and once there, she pulled out her phone, calling Griffin. She heard it ring in her ear and . . . nearby.

  From her place, her spot. Her tree.

  She disconnected and stared at Griffin, who pointed up to the tree house.

  She craned her neck. “Tommy?” she called. “Dustin?”

  There was no movement, but she sensed four eyes peering down at her in the dark. “I know you’re up there.”

  Still nothing, and Griffin just raised a brow at her.

  “No one’s mad,” she said to the silence. “Everyone just wants to see you both.” She paused. “Please don’t make me climb up there. Because I will, and you both know I hate heights. I might cry all over the both of you.”

  The beat of silence was short this time, and then there was some rustling. Tommy’s face appeared, pale and anxious. “Dustin wants you to pinkie swear that he’s not in trouble. Not for this and not for before.”

  “Before?” Kate asked.

  “When he almost got caught by you the last time he hid up here.”

  Kate went still. “The day of the wedding? When someone ran behind me in the woods? That was Dustin?”

  Tommy nodded solemnly.

  Kate let out a long, shuddering breath. “Dustin?” she called. “You have no idea how happy I am that it was you that day. You’re not in trouble for that. And you’re not in trouble now. Pinkie promise.”

  “You have to come up here to do it,” Tommy said.

  “Tommy,” Kate said. “I’m not going up there. Now get down here. I want a hug, and then I want to smack you upside the head. I am not climbing a tree.”

  “Have to,” Tommy said solemnly.

  Kate looked at Griffin. “Can’t you do your S&R thing?”

  “I already did.”

  She rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the tree. “I’m in a skirt.”

  “I won’t let you fall,” Griffin said.

  Famous last words. Because it was far too late. She’d fallen for him a long time ago. But then again, he knew that. He knew everything.

  The stubborn ass.

  Saying not a single word, he crouched down and put his hands together, fingers laced. A foothold.

  A stubborn ass who was still there for her when she needed him. “Are you going to pinkie
swear not to look up my skirt?” she asked him.

  “I don’t make promises.”

  Of course not. She placed her boot in his hands and her hands on his very capable shoulders. He hoisted her with ease, holding her perfectly still, perfectly steady as she fumbled to pull herself up, knowing the whole damn while he had a view straight up her skirt. She was wearing a peach lace thong today, which was a little bit like wearing nothing at all. Was he kicking himself for what he’d given up? Wishing he’d thrown himself at her feet and declared his undying love? Planning to fling himself to his death now that he’d let her and her peach thong go?

  Hopefully all of the above, she thought, and if he got a case of blue balls from the view, she wouldn’t mind that either.

  As if maybe he’d read her mind, he gave her a sudden, unexpected—and entirely unnecessary—boost, and she fell into the tree house. She sat up and stared at Tommy and Dustin. Dustin’s face was streaked with dried tears.

  “He hurt his ankle,” Tommy said. “Not bad, but it’s a little swollen. His dad’s going to kill him cuz he has a game tomorrow.”

  Dustin nodded jerkily, terrified. “I won’t be able to play.”

  “Your dad’s worried sick,” she said. “He just wants you back safe and sound. You’ve been gone awhile.” She gave Tommy a long look.

  “No man left behind,” he said in soft apology. He turned to Griffin, who had pulled himself up as well and was in the doorway. “Right, Grif?”

  “Right,” Griffin said. “Except next time, you call when you’re on a mission, secret or otherwise. That rule is just as important as no man left behind. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Tommy said solemnly. “I understand. Incident Command needs to know.”

  “Exactly,” Griffin said.

  Kate executed her afore-promised pinkie swear, which turned out to be a complicated handshake that she was pretty sure she couldn’t have replicated to save her life. Then she nodded to Griffin.

  Around them, the area had filled with the crowd from the street, led by Kel and Trevan, with Donald Reid and the other volunteer searchers right behind.

  Her dad was there, grabbing Tommy and hugging him close.

  Trevan didn’t grab or hug Dustin. “You sprained your ankle?” he demanded, hands on hips. “How are you going to play?”

  “Shut up,” Emily told her ex-husband, and hugged Dustin so tight he squeaked. “Honey, why did you run away like that?”

  Dustin pulled back and looked at his mom. “I don’t want to play on the travel team anymore,” he said in a tight whisper.

  There was an awkward silence in the crowd as Emily whirled on Trevan. “Tell him. Tell him right now that he doesn’t have to play.”

  “Of course he has to play,” Trevan said. “We paid for the entire year.” Trevan studied Dustin. “You’ll be fine to play.”

  Dustin looked at his feet and nodded.

  Trevan looked at Emily. “See? He’ll be fine.”

  Emily made a disgusted sound. “He wants to be a better student. He wants a kitten.”

  “A kitten,” Trevan said, horrified. “Why?”

  “Because he’s eight,” Emily said. “And if you won’t stop this madness, then I will. I’m withdrawing my permission for him to play ball.”

  Dustin looked up at his mom, his expression both shocked and hopeful. She hugged him again. “It’s over,” she said. “I promise you.”

  Trevan swore in disgust, turned on his heel, and strode off.

  Kate let out a breath and glanced at her dad, who was still hugging Tommy close. At the sight her throat tightened and her eyes burned with tears. She’d never been so thankful for him, imperfections and all.

  With the drama over, people were heading back to their cars. She watched as Griffin turned and looked at his own father. Was he as moved by all that had transpired as she’d been?

  Griffin stilled then frowned. “Dad?”

  Donald’s complexion was seriously off-color, and even as the thought registered in Kate’s mind, Donald staggered back, bumping into Adam and Holly.

  “Dad,” Grif said more loudly, and ran toward him, getting there in time to catch the older Reid as he collapsed.

  Twenty-seven

  Grif got to the hospital just behind the ambulance and experienced a terrible déjà vu as he strode inside.

  Only a few months ago he’d been in a different hospital on the other side of the world. Alone. At the time, he’d told himself it was for the best. He hadn’t wanted anyone pacing the ER wondering if he was going to live or die.

  Now he was on the other side of the fence, surrounded by the people who’d meant the most to him for much of his life.

  Holly and Adam sat a short distance away. Adam had an arm around Holly, his mouth pressed to her temple, whispering something that had her nodding, meeting his eyes with gratitude and love.

  There were lots of others nearby as well, including much of the ranch staff. And Deanna. She was a mess, sobbing all over her sister, and on Grif, too, when he tried to console her.

  “He’s going to be okay,” he said.

  She clung to him, her head on his shoulder. “I know.”

  “He’s too ornery to die.”

  Now she both cried and laughed. “I know that, too. Grif . . .” She pulled back, her mascara smeared, her eyes filled with genuine grief. “He loves you. You know that, right?”

  “Yeah,” he said, knowing that’s what she wanted to hear. Because he had no idea what he knew.

  Kate was there, too. She’d set aside whatever she thought of him and had insisted on coming with him to the hospital. She brought him a bottle of water and sat next to him quietly, not expecting him to talk.

  So he had no idea why he did. “The last things I said to him,” he started, remembering their fight in the office. Christ. He was such an asshole. He shook his head, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.

  Kate’s hand closed over his. “He’s got quite a way with words himself,” she said quietly but with irony thick in her voice. “I’m sure he gave as good as he got.” She squeezed his hand, and he met her gaze.

  She didn’t smile, offer any empty platitudes, or even try to keep his attention. She simply sat at his side and gave him all the strength she had to share. Grateful, knowing he wasn’t worthy of that strength, he closed his eyes and leaned back to wait, incredibly aware of their entwined fingers.

  He then spent the longest three hours of his life waiting for a report, and when it came, it wasn’t surprising.

  His dad had indeed suffered a second heart attack, and though the general consensus was that it was another mild one, it wasn’t good news. When he was finally cleared for visitors, they were told only two at a time. Grif let Holly and Adam go first. Now that Grif knew Donald was out of the woods, he wasn’t in all that big of a hurry to piss him off and maybe make things worse.

  A little while later, Holly and Adam came back out. Holly pulled Grif to his feet, and holding his hands, she looked up at him. Her eyes were red but she smiled. “He’s going to be okay.”

  “Good.”

  “He’s asking for you.”

  Grif gave a slow shake of his head. “Not a good idea, Hol.”