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she would not put her teams in
any danger.
    “Anything else?”
    Rand cleared his throat and Kat gripped her
steering wheel. She knew his signals. He was about to ask her
something personal. “Have you had a chance to talk to anyone from
TREX?”
    “You mean Spencer?”
    “Yes, precisely.”
    “He's the one who called me.” And, speaking
of the dirty devil, he beeped in on her second line. “That's him on
the other line.”
    “Try not to kill each other.” He hung up.
    Kat debated not answering, knowing who waited
for her. TREX Special Agent Spencer Allen. Dominantly male. Highly
sexual. He commanded authority with nothing more than a smoldering
look from those destructive gray eyes.
    She didn't want to talk to him without having
at least half a dozen witty comebacks to cover her nerves, but
considering the circumstances, she'd make do. Besides, when it came
to the sexy, irritating man, she usually thought of the perfect
comeback two seconds after she said something that made her sound
like a complete moron.
    Showtime. She answered with the perkiest
voice she could muster at two-thirty in the morning. “What's up,
Spence?”
    “How close are you?”
    “ETA in ten.”
    “Can you make it in five? We have teams
waiting on you.”
    What little teeny tiny excitement that had
sparked to life at the thought of seeing him again fizzled. She
knew better than to think she'd ever see him outside of one of
TREX's precious missions. Or finds, as he constantly reminded her
they preferred to call them.
    “It won't be light for several hours. Until
then, the teams aren't going anywhere. Besides, Travis can hand out
the assignments and prep the teams.”
    “I wouldn't trust Becker finding a pair of
matching socks, let alone a six-year-old lost in the woods. We need
you on this, not him.”
    Travis Becker had been her SAR co-coordinator
with the state before partnering with her to create K-SAR. He was
every bit as capable of finding their subject as Kat was. Spencer
didn't like him simply because Travis spent more time with her than
he did.
    She decided not to open up that can of worms.
Guaranteed they'd be fighting before she reached basecamp if she
did. But then her attitude engaged her tongue before her brain
could stop it. “Travis is just as much K-SAR as I am. If you have a
problem with that, call in another SAR agency.”
    “We need K-SAR.” The grinding of Spencer's
teeth echoed through the line. When he spoke, he kept his voice
low, even. Kat knew that tone. He was close to exploding. Too damn
bad. She refused to let him have his way on this. Let him pout.
    “Then cut this bullshit about Travis and talk
to me about the search.”
    More grinding of teeth followed by a very
distinctive growl. Oh, yeah. Definitely close to exploding.
“Point-Last-Seen is Larch Mountain, as you already know. It's no
place for a kid. There are way too many roads up here to get lost
on.”
    “And not every downhill road leads to
safety,” she added, focusing on the search and not the way his
voice—even at a growl—stroked over her senses. She hated that he
still had that kind of affect over her. They were coworkers now.
Nothing more.
    Tell that to the steady throb centering
between her legs.
    “We have to move fast. There's a storm moving
in.”
    “I know.” She always listened to the NOAA
report before and during a search.
    “At least if they're predicting it, it's a
guarantee it won't hit, right?”
    Ah, small talk. Classic avoidance. She
decided to humor him and keep it light. The real fireworks would
start the minute they saw each other again. She was not looking
forward to that. “Not this time. The entire state is under a Winter
Storm Warning on a front coming out of Canada. We're going to get
hit with it.”
    “Won't that be fun.”
    She almost broke character and laughed at the
sarcasm in his tone. “Tell me about our subject.”
    “His name is Tommy Miller. He's six years
old. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Last seen at the