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least-favorite bra and waiting for a real-life Planet
of the Apes to start up at any minute.
    …And
she had no idea how to get home.
    Returning
to the spot where everything went wrong seemed like the best idea, but how the
hell was she supposed to get back to that stupid geyser?  She was in South
Dakota.  What was she supposed to do?  Buy a plane ticket down back to Wyoming,
at the travel agent’s hut down the road?
    A
particularly frigid wind blew through the boards of the hotel and Addy shivered. 
She was in so much trouble that she didn’t even know how to process it.  There
weren’t any steps she could follow to solve this problem or people she could
call for help.  She didn’t even know what direction to start walking.  There
was nothing but her, and that stupid guidebook, and a million acres of snow.
    She
blinked, rousing from her stupor.
    Wait
a minute…  Where was that stupid guidebook?
    Addy
grabbed the backpack full of wilderness essentials that Becky-the-glamping-ranger
had given her and dug out her copy of Brown’s Pocket Guide .  Every guest
of the company got an “officially trademarkedGlamp-pack™” and a spiral-bound
tour book to help answer all their glamping questions.  The guide was filled
with suggested activities, dining tips, “wish you were here” photos of
breathtaking vistas… And maps.  Maps of the entire region, including Rushmore
and Yellowstone.
    Oh
God, she had a map!
    If
she could figure out how to read the thing, she was on her way home.
    Addy
frowned at the foldout, her purple manicured fingernail tracking along the fairly
straight route.  According to the helpful scale, it was a seven hour drive from
Mount Rushmore to Yellowstone.  Four hundred and thirty-five miles.  Her mind
raced.  Traveling that distance on foot sounded impossible, but so did
everything else that was happening.  She was looking at the ruins of Mount
Rushmore, for Christ’s sake!  Nothing else even came close to that level
of crazy.  What if she just started walking and didn’t worry about what was
possible?
    Could
she make it?
    A
knock sounded and Addy jumped, startled her from her contemplations.  She
turned to look at the door, her heart hammering.  It was him .  She knew
it.  The massive guy, with the unnerving lavender eyes and the thick ebony
hair.  Cade said she could stay two nights and she’d already stayed four. 
Unless she somehow produced more Oreos, he was probably going to evict her.
    “Yes?” 
Addy called, trying to sound calm and in control.
    “You
need to come out, before you starve.  A dead girl in my saloon won’t be good
for business.”
    Addy
winced, hunching deeper under her quilt.  Now that he mentioned it, she was starving.  All she’d had to eat for days were granola bars and the gloopy stew
someone left outside her door in the evenings.  She assumed that “someone” was
Cade, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
    “Um…
I’m kinda busy.”  She said, not moving from her chair.
    “ Now .”
    Shit. 
“Uh, why don’t you come back in… Hey! ”  Her stalling tactics ended in a
yelp as Cade opened the door himself and stepped inside.
    He
was dressed in a strange double-breasted shirt and suede pants that did
wonderful things for the length of his legs.  Damn it, why did he have to be so
big?  Was it some evolution thing, where future people were unnaturally large? 
Probably not, since no one else in town was quite so Delta Force huge.  Cade’s
shoulders barely fit through the door.  He seriously looked like he could lift
a lizard-monster over his head.
    “You
can’t just unlock my door without permission!”  She snapped, refusing to be
intimidated by the guy.
    “Sure
I can.  I have a key.”  He held it up so she could see.  Good-looking men were
always the biggest assholes.
    Addy
pushed a stray curl behind her ear and glowered over at him.  His brothers shared
some of his features, but Cade’s were arranged to achieve a way