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trouble?”
    He snapped his attention to her. “You’re conscious.”
    â€œDisappointed, huh?” she teased.
    Nate ripped his gaze from her adorable face. “This isn’t funny.”
    â€œNo, it most certainly is not. I was just doing my job and found a body. Is she dead? Please tell me she’s not dead. At first I thought maybe she just collapsed and hit her head. I’ve passed out before from not remembering to eat.”
    Her nonstop chatter convinced Nate she was okay. “Cassie, take a breath.”
    Cassie and Nate couldn’t be more different. While many thought of Nate as a reserved enigma, Cassie was bubbly and upbeat. Her brother, Nate’s friend Aiden, said she’d drive any man crazy with her constant questions and observations about life, especially a man like Nate.
    Drive him crazy? Sometimes, yet other times he enjoyed the pleasant sound of her voice.
    â€œYou’re angry with me,” she said.
    â€œI’m not angry.”
    â€œYou seem angry. Why, because I’m down here? I was only trying to get away.” She hesitated. “That man, there was a man.”
    â€œIt’s okay, he’s not here now. You’re safe.”
    â€œHe was carrying a shovel and broke into the house and—”
    â€œCassie.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re okay. I’m here and your brother’s on his way with rescue gear.”
    She sighed. “Great, Aiden and his lectures. Look, I’m fine.” She sat up and winced, gripping her head. “This must be what a hangover feels like.”
    Of course, she wouldn’t know firsthand because she never drank, unlike Nate, who at one point found himself using alcohol to ease the sting of grief and the bitter taste of shame.
    That was another reason he didn’t like spending too much time around Cassie—he worried he’d somehow sully her goodness.
    â€œI’m glad you’re here,” she said.
    He snapped his attention to her, trying to read her expression. Was she teasing? Because he knew he often came off like a jerk, abrupt and cold.
    She watched him, as if waiting for him to respond to her comment.
    He had no response, fearing if he opened his mouth he’d give her a lecture about being out so late alone.
    â€œAre you okay?” she said.
    Something snapped.
    â€œAm I okay?”
    The dog jumped into her lap, and she stroked its fur. “Yeah, you look more worried than usual, and your shirt’s torn and you’re clenching your fist like you want to hit a punching bag at Bracken’s Gym. So it’s logical to ask if you’re okay, not that you consider my questions logical but—”
    â€œNo, Cassie, I’m not okay,” he interrupted. “What were you thinking coming out here so late?”
    â€œIt’s only eight o’clock.”
    â€œBut by yourself without protection?”
    â€œWhat, like a bodyguard?” She smiled.
    Which only frustrated him more.
    â€œIt’s Echo Mountain,” she said. “Besides, I have pepper spray in my bag, not that I could get to it because it was on the counter and I was hiding in the front hallway.”
    â€œPepper spray?” he said.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œYou think pepper spray is going to protect you from guys like this?”
    â€œGuys like what? I don’t even know who he was.”
    â€œWell, he knows you.” He immediately regretted his words when her face went white.
    â€œHow is that possible?” she said.
    â€œDidn’t you hear him calling your name from above?”
    She shook her head. “How did you hear him?”
    â€œYou left your phone on. Dispatch put it through. Speaking of which, give me your phone.” He stuck out his hand.
    The dog dived between Nate and Cassie, frantically barking.
    â€œIt’s okay, Dasher,” Cassie said. “He’s not really angry. That’s just Chief Walsh.”