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stunned want.
    “We really need to find shelter,” he murmured and gave her another slow smile. “Because I want to give you that massage. And I want to take off that shirt and kiss you all over until you make that sound again.”
    She was still breathing heavily, her panties already soaked with how much she wanted him. “One condition.”
    “Anything you want, my ma—” He broke off.
    She wondered what he had wanted to say before desire took over once more.
    “Your shirt comes off too!” she demanded, reckless and a little terrified by this risk she was taking. But at the same time, it was impossible not to want him!
    He grinned when he heard her answer, and then they kissed again. Eve moaned, closing her eyes as her hand trailed over his hard chest. She had never felt so instantly attracted to someone before. It wasn’t just a sudden explosion of lust, although she felt as if she would explode if she didn’t get to feel him skin to skin very soon. It was a feeling that went so much deeper. As if she recognized him. As if her soul recognized him.
    She wanted to scoff at her romantic notions—those certainly hadn’t helped with Jeremy. But Chris made her feel safe, and wanted. He felt like… like she could depend on him. Yes—that was the right word. Even when a bridge came apart beneath her feet, he stood strong and unafraid. She had never felt anything like this before, but perhaps that was simply because she had never met a man like Chris before. Someone who made her feel as if she was just right for him, too. If only her life in Linden Creek hadn't been built on an old lie...
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    Chris checked his phone again, and then shook his head in frustration. “No signal,” he said. “Yours?”
    “Same,” Eve answered, still pale and shaken from having escaped death so narrowly.
    Chris bit back a curse as he looked around. The car was gone, and with it any hope of communication. Worse, no one knew what road they had taken.
    Jim had given Chris a run-down on roads and bridges currently closed, but he hadn’t told Jim what route he’d settled on. To tell the truth, Chris had decided for the picturesque, curvy road through the foothills because it would take a little longer, and he had hoped that he’d get to talk some more with this gorgeous woman who had stunned him with her beauty from the first moment he saw her inside the bakery. They probably wouldn’t be missed for a few hours yet, and once people started to search for them, this road wasn’t where they’d begin.
    Chris moved as close to the collapsed bridge as he dared. He couldn't see the car; maybe it was hidden behind the remaining pillar, or else the angry river had carried it away.
    “Just a moment,” he told Eve. She was shivering, and Chris took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She gave him a grateful look, although she looked tired, now that the shock was beginning to pass.
    He checked his pockets once more. They couldn't stay here and wait for rescue, not when it wasn't even certain when they'd start to send people out to search. All the same, he had to leave a message somehow...
    He found a pen, but when he tested it against the wet concrete of what remained of the bridge, it was barely legible. He frowned, then picked up a sharp-edged rock and tentatively scratched at the stone.
    Much better. The rock left a white line against the dark concrete.
    He scratched their names into the bridge in large letters, then, after some deliberation, added the date and the message “Not hurt. Hiking to shelter.” Beneath, he scratched an arrow pointing away from the bridge towards the road that stretched out before them.
    “That has to be enough for now,” Chris said when he moved back to where Eve was waiting. He tilted his head. It was difficult to read from this distance—but it was obvious that there was a message.
    Eve was still shivering, and he wrapped his arm around her.
    “And now we go look for