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continued for miles. The first cabin they came to was perfect for Doug. There was food, wood, a stove. And peace. Aaron would love a place like this to share with Joanna. Doug…not so much. It was hard to convince Doug to stay in the outlying cabin, but Aaron insisted that he wait it out for a day or two.
    “I only have reservations for one,” Aaron said. “If we both show up, it’ll be suspicious.”
    “Why the fuck did you do that?” Doug grumbled.
    “I made the reservation the day after the earthquake under a false name. I didn’t know we’d still be hooked up when we got here.” He hadn’t thought about it. All he imagined when he called the Moosehead Lodge was that after two years of dreaming, he and Joanna would finally be together. Doug hadn’t even entered his mind.
    “No one’s going to care if you show up with a friend. I don’t want to stay here. It’s like prison.”
    “I’ll come back tomorrow morning and we’ll work something out.”
    (Kill him.)
    Aaron dismissed the idea. He needed Doug, at least for now.
    Maybe he would kill him tomorrow.
    Doug complained, but Aaron helped him start a fire in the wood stove and Doug decided that staying warm tonight was the better option.
    Aaron had continued to the lodge alone.
    Two of them would have seemed threatening. Aaron didn’t want Joanna to be suspicious, especially after that phone conversation he’d overheard.
    She was even more beautiful in person than in her photograph. When he’d walked into the lodge earlier, he’d seen the article he carried with him everywhere, framed and mounted in the entry.
    Montana Romance Writer Simple Country Girl at Heart
    There were several photos accompanying the article, including his favorite—Joanna on the wide porch of the lodge, mountains behind her. Her long, golden blonde hair blew in the breeze, her eyes vibrant. Her perfect profile was sharp and aristocratic, but her pure, smooth skin softened her.
    Her skin looked even lovelier in person.
    Her hair more luxurious.
    Her eyes a deeper brown.
    Her mouth lush and full.
    He was her savior. He had wanted to tell her right when he saw her that he was her hero, but it had to wait. In her books, noble heroes didn’t come on scene and tell the beautiful heroine how wonderful they were. Instead, they showed her.
    And he would show her. When the time was right, Aaron would tell her that he killed Lincoln Barnes for her.
    What man couldn’t defend his own woman? Joanna’s husband certainly had not been a hero. He’d been stupid and weak, and had been killed because of it. She was better off without such a pathetic man.
    When Aaron was certain no one was around, when the watch he’d stolen off the dead O’Brien read 11:38, he left the den.
    Silence.
    Aaron slid into the office, quietly shut the door and turned on a desk lamp. He knelt on the floor, looking under the desk for a plug. No, he couldn’t unplug the radio. That was obvious, and they’d simply plug it back in. Same with the phone lines. He’d have to go outside and find the main box for the phones. But even then, he wasn’t sure what to do. Doug would know. He’d have to get Doug to do it in the morning.
    The phone rang loudly and Aaron jumped. He whipped around, realized that it was the fax machine, not the phone. The volume button was on the side, and he turned it down, hoping no one had heard it. It rang again, softer.
    A fax started to come through.
    The first page was a cover sheet with a law enforcement seal, then:
    Beaverhead County Sheriff’s Department
    Tyler M. McBride, Sheriff
    Tyler. That’s who Joanna had been talking to earlier.
    In small, bold block letters the message:
    Jo, here are the photographs we talked about earlier. Be careful. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Love, Tyler.
    Love, Tyler.
    Love. Tyler.
    What cop signed his memos
love
?
    What was Joanna’s relationship with the sheriff?
    Heat rose in Aaron’s face, and he couldn’t see anything but the memo in front