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much damage did the
mountain lion do? You're all right aren't you?"
    "I'm fine, thanks to Skye, or at least I will
be. I would have been in big trouble if she was the girl you
thought she was Barry. That reminds me. Guess who I met in the
flesh up in the wilds of Montana?"
    All four former Marines look at him and ask,
"Who?"
    "Clarence Kincaid. He goes by the name Bear.
He is the one that actually saved Skye when she first went to
Montana. Her car broke down and he rescued her, gave her a place to
live, and made sure she was able to survive off the land," answers
Dylan.
    No one notices but all of the color drains
from Stump's face at the mention of the name Clarence Kincaid. His
heart is pounding furiously and he thinks he may pass out. Oh my
God! His father is alive ... and living in Montana? He'll have to
ask more questions when he can get Scoot alone. No one knows his
secret and he is not ready for them to know just yet.

CHAPTER 3
    When we walk into Barry's house, I am stunned
by the opulence. Living as primitively as I have for the past three
years, I feel out of place. I follow Virginia to a downstairs
bedroom with adjoining bath that is bigger than the whole cabin had
been in Montana. In the center of the room is a huge king size bed
draped in a royal blue down comforter. The walls are painted snow
white. The windows are covered with draperies in a royal blue and
white print in an abstract design. An antique rocker sits in the
corner with a light blue afghan thrown over the arm. The adjoining
bathroom has snow white marble walls and floors and royal blue
towels and accents.
    "Here we go," says Virginia. "Barry told us
you and Melanie are about the same size so she left you a pair of
jeans and a blouse. If they don't fit, let us know and we will find
something else. We weren't sure about your shoe size, what size do
you wear?"
    "Seven. This is so nice, thank you," I
reply.
    "You're welcome dear. If you will give me all
of your sizes, I'll send to town tomorrow and get you more things.
I know you will be more comfortable with things of your own."
    After washing my hair and rinsing the worst
of the grime off my body in the shower, I run the marble tub full
to the brim of hot water and bubbles. I lie back in the fragrant
water and let the memories of the last two days flow over me.
    Dylan, I have never met anyone like him. In
addition to being extremely handsome, he is nice and so
understanding. He never pushes me about my fears and that really
surprises me. He did challenge me to face some of them though.
First my fear of being alone in the helicopter with two men I
didn't know and then my fear of lying curled up in a man's arms.
The best part is I conquered both fears and that makes me proud of
myself. I felt so safe when Dylan was lying next to me with his arm
draped loosely around my waist. I could get used to that, I am just
not sure about anything else that might go along with it.
    ******
    Once all the guys have gone about their
business, Dylan tries to clean up but he is having difficulty
trying to shower and keep the stitches in his shoulder dry at the
same time. He is still weak and the ordeal is tiring him
completely. Throwing the soap against the wall he lets out a string
of curses.
    Stump steps into the bathroom, "Hey Scoot,
you need some help?"
    "If you don't mind, I do. Any suggestions
about how to keep these stitches dry while I shower?"
    "Yeah, how about that waterproof tape we keep
in the First Aid kit. If we put a bandage over the stitches first,
then cover the whole thing with the waterproof tape you should be
good to go. I'll get it."
    While bandaging the stitches and then
covering them with the waterproof tape, Stump asks, "Tell me more
about Clarence Kincaid. What did he look like? Was he nice? Did he
look mean, you know, like a bad ass?"
    Thinking back, Dylan says, "Well, he was as
big and as hairy as a bear, maybe six five, very muscular, full
bushy beard and long hair in a pony tail. Actually when I