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She restrained the dog with one hand and gave Nate her phone with the other.
    â€œDispatch, this is Chief Walsh. I’m with Cassie McBride. Rescue is on the way. I’m closing the line, over.” He handed it back to her.
    â€œIf you give me a boost I can climb back up and save search-and-rescue from having to come get me.”
    â€œI’d rather you relax until they arrive.”
    â€œThis is silly.” She struggled to stand.
    Since she wasn’t going to listen to him, Nate reached out to steady her. That’s when he noticed the blood smearing her sleeve.
    â€œCassie, did you touch the body in the cabin?”
    â€œOnly to feel for a pulse, why?”
    â€œYou’ve got blood on your jacket.” He motioned to her sleeve.
    â€œOh, wow, I didn’t see that before. You’d think I would have noticed, especially since it’s so...bright.” Her legs buckled.
    Nate caught her as she went down, the dog wedged between them. He lowered her to the ground and examined the wound. It wasn’t bad, yet it had caused her to pass out. Concerned, he ran his hands over her clothes searching for other wounds, but found none.
    Then he remembered her reaction when her brother had suffered a knife wound last year.
    â€œCan’t handle the sight of blood,” he said under his breath.
    It was okay; she was okay. He examined her wound closer. The four-inch gash didn’t look deep. She probably snagged her arm on a sharp branch on her descent.
    He pulled gauze from the earlier rescue out of his jacket and wrapped her wound as the dog hovered close by. They hadn’t even discussed how she’d ended up with the dog. He knew she didn’t own a dog, because it would interfere with her travel plans. Which meant she’d rescued a dog while being stalked by a killer and rappelled down the side of a mountain with the pup in her arms. This woman was...
    â€œNate, the team’s here,” Aiden called from above.
    â€œGreat!” Nate called back.
    * * *
    Cassie awoke in an ambulance, confused and worried.
    â€œWhere’s Dasher?” she asked her cousin Madeline, the EMT.
    â€œWho?”
    â€œMy dog.”
    â€œYou don’t have a dog.”
    â€œI had him on the ledge with me. What happened to him? You didn’t just let him go, did you? He could get eaten by wild animals or—”
    â€œI didn’t do anything but tend to the laceration on your arm and check your vitals. You were passed out cold. Didn’t even wake up when they strapped you to a litter and lifted you up the mountain.”
    â€œI need to find Dasher.”
    â€œCassie—”
    â€œPlease Madeline, I need to find him!”
    â€œCalm down. I’ll have Rocky call and check on the dog, okay?”
    Cassie nodded, unsure why she was freaking out about a little dog that wasn’t even hers. But there was something about him—his protectiveness and vulnerability—that made her feel connected to the terrier mix.
    Then there was the way Chief Walsh interacted with Dasher, how Nate’s tone softened when he praised the dog for protecting Cassie.
    Good dog. Now let me have a look.
    She’d heard him speak, although she thought she was dreaming at the time. Then she cracked open her eyes and saw Chief Walsh’s intense expression studying her. With a gentle touch, he brushed hair off her face. Who would have guessed such a hardened man could be so caring?
    She blinked away a tear. She was being ridiculous, yet the truth was she’d felt safe when he touched her. All the trepidation that flooded her system had dissolved in the very instant she felt the warmth of his fingertips against her cheek.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Madeline asked.
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œYou’re crying.”
    â€œAllergies.”
    â€œCassie,” Madeline said in that motherly tone, the tone everyone in Cassie’s family used when speaking to