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the world. Met royalty and movie stars. She’d had far
     more than her share of lovers. But Salvation, Colorado, was where she’d lost her heart, and she’d freely surrendered her old
     life to be with this man. Ridley Red Deer was everything Evie had never known she wanted.
    Ridley was kind and generous, strong and understanding. While he was truly masculine, he had a tender heart as big as the
     sky. He grounded her, calmed her in a way no one else ever had.
    He broke the kiss, nuzzled her neck, and slipped his hands up underneath her coat.
    “Ridley.” She giggled.
    “Uh-huh?” He lowered his eyelids suggestively.
    “We’re out on the street for everyone to see. Save it for when we get home.”
    “Everyone knows how crazy I am about you.” He ran his tongue along her neck, sending shivers of delight darting down her spine.
     “How I can’t keep my hands off you.”
    Panting, she pulled away. “Down, boy.”
    He chuckled and let her go but reached out to take her hand. She looked at his profile in the lamplight. Proud Native American
     nose, ruddy skin, high cheekbones, intelligent dark eyes. Her heart did an instinctive little hopscotch the way it always
     did when she caught sight of him.
    Ridley linked his fingers through hers, and they started down the street, swinging their arms in unison, heading for their
     house on the next block over. Every night, he came to walk her home from the café.
    “So how was your day?”
    “We cleared four hundred dollars.”
    “Not bad for a Thursday in down season.”
    “We had a caravan of recreational vehicles stop in, snowbirds on their way south for the winter. They’d seen the feature story
     on us in
RV Today.
”
    “That’s great.”
    She could hear his pride for her in his voice. Evie leaned into him, inhaled his familiar scent. “So how was Tucker when you
     left him?”
    “Um, I wasn’t with Tuck tonight.”
    “What do you mean?” She punched her husband playfully on the upper arm. “Are you teasing me?”
    “Dutch dropped by and we watched college basketball. UNLV trounced the hell out of USC.”
    Evie stopped walking and sank her hands on her hips. “Ridley, please don’t tell me you forgot.”
    “Forgot what?”
    Worry grabbed hold of her. “Rid, it’s the second anniversary of Aimee’s death. I told you this morning to go hang with Tuck
     when you got off work.”
    “You didn’t tell me.”
    “I did.” She heard her voice rise an octave.
    “When did you tell me?”
    “You were in the shower, and I was putting on my makeup, and I clearly told you—”
    “If you told me when I was in the shower, then I didn’t hear you. Running water and all that.”
    “Never mind.” Evie spun on her heels and started walking in the opposite direction. She wrung her hands. “I can’t believe
     you forgot the day Aimee died.”
    “You’re overreacting,” Ridley said, chasing after her. “Tuck’s been a lot better lately.”
    She stopped and spun around. “Am I? What about last year?”
    A sobering look passed over her husband’s face. “That was last year. Tuck’s come a long way since then.”
    “But it’s the anniversary of her death.”
    Ridley pressed a hand to the nape of his neck. “Look, I’m sorry. I should have remembered.”
    “We’ve got to get over to the lake house. No telling what kind of shape he’s in.” She started running down the street, then
     cut across the town square, an odd sense of urgency pressing down on her. Tuck was in trouble; she just knew it.
    “Evie, hang on,” Ridley called out. “I’ll go get the car.”
    Ten minutes later, they pulled up into the driveway of the lake house where Tuck had been living. All the lights were out,
     and the place was silent.
    “It’s dark,” Evie said, anticipating the worst.
    “It’s nine-thirty. Is it possible he just went to bed early?”
    Evie hopped out of the car, dashed up the front steps, and twisted the knob. The door sprang inward. No one locked