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at watching each other’s backs. The FBI saw a little of that when we were working the case, and I guess they agreed, so…the rest, as they say, is history.”
    Parker opened the front door and held it for her to walk through. The inside of the cabin was as rustic and homey as the outside. Lots of wood, earth-tone colors, and leather furniture filled the room. A huge rock fireplace with large-pane windows on either side of it took up one wall and afforded an amazing view of Gatlinburg below.
    “Wow,” she breathed as she walked toward the window and looked out. “I bet that is amazing at night. I would love to see the town. Do you think there’s any—”
    “No,” Grayson said as he walked into the room from the bedroom to the right.
    She frowned at him. “Don’t you even want a minute or two to think about it?”
    “Don’t need to,” he replied as he strolled into the kitchen.
    Despite her best efforts not to, her gaze wandered over his firm behind. He looked good in those jeans. When he turned to face her, she quickly averted her gaze.
    “You’re in hiding, Cheyenne. Walking around Gatlinburg isn’t hiding.”
    She lifted her face to his, ready to argue her point. “We’re several states away. How would they even find me here?”
    Parker dropped onto the couch. “The mob has eyes everywhere, sweetheart. You do not want to take that chance.”
    “Well, with that line of thinking, should I just accept the fact that my life is over? I mean, if the mob is that big, what’re they going to do when I take the stand? We’re only going to take out four of them. What about the others?” Parker and Grayson shared a look that made Cheyenne incredibly nervous. “Out with it, guys. What are you not telling me?”
    “Most likely you’ll have to get a new identity,” Grayson said softly. “I know that you’re close with Steve, but since you’re not married, it’s not guaranteed that the agency will put you together.”
    Her eyes widened as a vise wrapped around her heart so tight she could hardly breathe. Would she really have to go the rest of her life without seeing Steve? And at this point, considering how angry he was with her, would he even care? The idea that he wouldn’t made tears burn the backs of her eyes.
    “We would have to separate? And what about our careers? I’m a heart surgeon, for crying out loud. I’m not about to go work flipping burgers after spending over two hundred thousand dollars on my education.”
    Grayson lifted his hands in surrender and tried to get her to calm down. “The agency will help with that. I swear. You will still be a cardiologist. Same with Steve. You’re both professionals, so the FBI will keep you in your fields, even if they have to send you out of the country.”
    “This sucks,” she grumbled. “What about my dad?”
    Grayson looked away, and Cheyenne almost crumbled to the floor. “No,” she said. “Couldn’t they go after him to get to me? Couldn’t he be included?”
    Her father no longer had the ranch. He’d sold it not long after her mother died. He had taken out too many loans against it in an effort to save her mom when she got sick. In the end, he hadn’t been able to pay the debt. A combination of impatient banks, bad weather, and a shitload of bad luck.
    “Where is he, and we’ll have the FBI put a detail on him?” Parker asked.
    “He’s Archer Willis. Key West, Florida.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” Parker said as he pushed off the couch.
    “Thank you,” Cheyenne called.
    Parker waved his hand in response. She turned back to Grayson, who stood at the large kitchen island.
    “Do you want some coffee?” he asked.
    “Do you have tea? Coffee makes my hands shake, and considering my line of work, that’s not a good thing.”
    Grayson smiled and gave a nod. “Understood.”
    While she walked over, he rummaged through one of the cabinets. “Looks like all we have is Earl Grey. That okay?”
    “That’s fine. I like that one. I