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      But she thought wrong.

      The next morning, Leah parked her car in the same spot and followed the trail that led toward the falls, but she didn’t make it undetected. Mr. Rawlins met her on the trail.

      He looked better than a man in a pair of old jeans and a Western shirt that looked like he’d been working for hours had any right to look. He wore his Stetson like a shield, low, concealing a lot of his face.

      “I thought I told you I would take care of this,” he said.

      She raised an eyebrow. “I decided you could use some help,” she told him.

      He leaned forward, resting his arm on the saddle horn. “You’re still trespassing.”

      “And there’s a young boy who could be lost.”

      “Or he could be running from the law.”

      “Either way, he’s just a child.” She folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not leaving.”

      “I could remove you, or call the sheriff.”

      “I’ll still report seeing a child,” she challenged right back. “He’ll get a search party together and comb this area.”

      Holt stiffened. The last thing he wanted was more people coming on the property. Curious residents of Destiny, wondering about his business here.

      “Of course with a lot of people searching,” she continued, “it could drive the frightened boy into more danger.”

      “I’ll give you two hours. If we don’t find anything, the search is over.” He held out his hand. “Climb on.”

      Leah Keenan’s big brown eyes rounded. “You want me to ride with you?”

      “Since I don’t have another mount, and I doubt you can keep up with me on foot, I’d say this is your only option.”

      She squared her shoulders, bringing her height up to maybe five foot two. He’d always been attracted to tall, leggy women. Of course he couldn’t deny he’d noticed her shapely, petite body. At this stage in his celibate life any woman would spark his interest.

      “Okay,” she relented. “We’ll start with the caves.”

      After his reluctant nod, she marched toward the horse. He slipped his foot out of the stirrup, and she put her boot in, gripped his forearm, pulling herself up behind him. He had no doubt she was an experienced rider.

      “All set?” he inquired.

      “I’m set.” She grabbed the edge of the cantle on the saddle. “Head toward the hills. I know two caves there. I’m hoping he’s holed up in one of them instead of an abandoned mine.”

      Holt tugged the reins to change Rusty’s direction. The transition didn’t go smoothly and Leah gasped and grabbed on to Holt to stay on the horse. He tried to ignore the feel of her hands on his waist, but her touch was like a brand burning into his skin. He found he’d missed it once they got on the trail and she released her hold.

      “If you need to hold on…”

      “I’ve ridden all my life, I think I can manage to stay on a horse.”

      About twenty minutes later they finally reached the edge of the rocky hillside. Leah was eager to get off the horse. She was becoming far too aware of the close contact with this man.

      “Stop here,” she called and dismounted before he could offer to help. She took off up the slight grade of the slope, feeling Holt behind her. She heard him slide in his leather sole boots, but wasn’t about to help him. He didn’t care about any lost kids. Let him keep up with her. She finally made it to the ledge, and kept going around the rock formation. Years disappeared recalling it had probably been since high school that she’d scaled this rocky terrain.

      “Hey, wait up,” Holt called to her.

      Leah stopped and waited as he came up beside her. For a city guy, he handled the climb like a local. Four months of ranch life had benefited Holt Rawlins in other ways, too. She couldn’t help but admire his developed shoulders and chest. Suddenly her breathing became a little rough and she quickly blamed it on the altitude.

      “You can wait here if you’re claustrophobic,” she told him. “The space is kind of narrow.”

      She couldn’t ignore the intensity in his green eyes. “Just lead the way.”

      She walked around another group of rocks, made it to the other side where there was an entrance to a deep cave. She leaned down to make it through the opening. It was empty and there weren’t any traces of it recently being inhabited by a human.

      “He’s not here,” she said disappointed.

      Holt sighed and tipped his hat back. “So what’s next? Are you ready to give up?”

      “No, I’m not giving up,” she insisted.

      Leah marched out with Holt close behind her, too close. She continued her trek along the wide ledge for about thirty yards. She had hiked this area during her teenage years when she’d first

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