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grasping for the mundane. “And chocolate milk.”
    * * *
    C HANDLER SHOOK HER HEAD . It sounded wonderful, but she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was tired. She hadn’t slept more than a couple hours over the past several days. “I’ll have it in the morning.” She walked over to the kitchen sink and dumped out her ice bag. “How do you think they’ll get my car out of the trees?” she asked, hoping her inquiry sounded casual.
    “I imagine they’ll have to bring in a crane. It will take somebody who knows what they’re doing.”
    Would it attract a crowd? Would the people who’d run her off the road have stuck around to make sure that she was really dead? What would they do once it was discovered that the car was empty?
    Would they start looking around the area? How long would it take them to find her cabin? Ethan’s cabin?
    She had to be gone by then. She couldn’t put Ethan in any danger.
    “You don’t happen to have an internet connection, do you?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “What do you need?”
    One more look. Just one more chance to try to figure out if her imagination had been working overtime, like when she read Larry Donovan’s books. She didn’t think so. That’s what had sent her out of the office in a hurry just a few short hours ago.
    She wanted to try to remote into her desktop. Not that she expected to be able to. If what she suspected was true, her computer privileges had already been revoked, all permissions associated with her username shut down.
    Not having access would be a little more proof.
    But then what would she do with it?
    Confront her stepmother?
    Tell her father?
    Call the police?
    She realized that Ethan was waiting for an answer. “Nothing important,” she said. “Well, good night.”
    “We’ll have to put sheets on the bed in the spare bedroom.”
    “Just a blanket is fine.”
    He ignored her and proceeded to pull a shallow plastic container out of the closet. He took the lid off and then gathered up a bottom sheet, top sheet and a pillowcase. Then he pulled out a blanket.
    She helped him put the bedding on the mattress—at least as much as her injured shoulder would allow—and she was struck by the easy familiarity between the two of them. It was as if they’d been making beds together for years.
    “Thank you,” she said. She locked eyes with him and was pulled in by the intensity of his gaze. “I know how lucky I am that you were here tonight. I appreciate it, I really do.”
    He stared at her and she felt her skin grow warm. The bedroom was small, dimly lit by just a bedside lamp.
    “Ethan?” she said. Did he feel it, too?
    He hesitated. “Just make sure you let Mack know that I was helpful,” he said, his tone light. He turned away. “Good night, Chandler.”
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    E THAN NORMALLY ENJOYED a beer around five o’clock, especially if it had been a particularly warm afternoon. And maybe with dinner, in the right surroundings, he’d have a glass of wine. He rarely drank late at night, though. But, he rationalized as he stood in the small kitchen, popping the top of a pale ale, the prospect of sleeping ten feet away from Chandler McCann would be enough to make a teetotaler reach for the whiskey bottle.
    Why the hell couldn’t Mack’s little sister have grown up ugly? Or at least plain.
    No. She was gorgeous and had a nice personality to boot.
    She’d demonstrated tremendous composure when she’d been eighty feet in the air. Most men he’d known wouldn’t have been as brave. And her shoulder had to be hurting, but she wasn’t complaining.
    She could have easily died tonight. That made the beer in his stomach roll and he set the bottle down.
    He lay down on the couch and waited for Molly to jump up, to stretch out, to take up way more space than she should have. But she didn’t move away from her spot outside the door of Chandler’s bedroom. She rested her head on her paws.
    He closed his own eyes, strangely content that both he