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woman’s smile sent her from beautiful to stunning. “I’ll schedule you a vacation. You can take me up to that little cabin of yours in the mountain for a weekend.”
    “It’s a date,” Cal replied.
    Dani frowned. He was making a date? Right now?
    The woman’s face turned serious. “Okay, ready?”
    “Hit me,” Cal said.
    “I’ve organized another four-wheel-drive vehicle for you. It’s stocked. I’ve arranged everything you need from food to basic camping supplies. You saw my email about the best route to Phnom Kulen, and the names of the local guides from the villages.”
    “Got it. Made a few tweaks.”
    “You always do. You’ll meet the guides at a site called Srah Damrei. It’s also called Elephant Pond.”
    “Excellent. You’re a marvel.”
    “Of course.”
    The others wandered over from the dining table. Cal nodded at them. “Everyone, this is Darcy. She’s our tech whiz and organization expert back at Treasure Hunter Security headquarters.”
    The group called out greetings.
    “Hi. Okay, at Srah Damrei, the local guides will be bringing motorbikes. The tracks into the temple site are too narrow and overgrown for cars.”
    There were a few groans from the team.
    Dani watched as Cal shot questions at Darcy, and the woman deftly fired back answers. Clearly, she was organized and well prepared. Smart and beautiful. Dani didn’t like her.
    “D, amazing as always. What would I do without you?”
    She shot him a sour look that didn’t lose any of its impact across the computer. “And you are a charmer. Remember it doesn’t work on me.”
    “Love you, D.”
    The easy camaraderie between the two, and those words Cal had just said, hit Dani in the gut. She decided not to hang around to hear any more. She backed away. The words “love you” were cheap when she was growing up. Her parents had tossed them around like confetti. Apparently, Callum Ward did, as well.
    She heard Gemma call out. “Let’s have one last drink to celebrate.”
    Dani slipped through the large French doors, and into the lobby. She felt a familiar, driving need to take more pictures. From the first moment one of her nannies had given her a camera, she’d felt the instant spark to capture the world around her.
    She made her way past the reception desk, and headed out the front door. Outside, she pulled in a deep breath of fresh night air. Without thinking too much about it, she turned and walked down the street toward the main part of town. Soon, the quiet street gave way to the hustle and bustle of Siem Reap’s busy center. The crowds thickened.
    Dani lifted her camera. She spotted a family—tourists—walking together. All of them were sunburned, but happy, the parents sharing a funny moment with their teenage kids. There were plenty of locals, some sitting together, some working, others out on the town. Everywhere, there was noise, lights, life.
    It was so different from the reverence of the ancient temples just a few kilometers away. There, Dani had captured the quieter, tranquil moments. There was so much depth to be caught in the stillness.
    Here, it was all about the movement.
    She moved deeper into the crowds, into the heart of the bustle. No one paid her much attention, which was how she liked it. But, as a group of laughing women passed her, she wondered how she could feel so alone in the middle of all this.
    A couple passed, arms twined, smiling up at each other. Why was she still thinking about love? And the fact that, while her parents had said the words to her many times, they’d never meant them. They’d never shown her any kind of love.
    Jeez, she was getting miserable over old news. She set her shoulders back and shrugged off the stupid thoughts. She moved along the street, taking pictures of the buildings jammed together, and ahead, the bright colors of the night market. Neon lights glowed, and the bright-colored stalls offered all kinds of trinkets.
    Before she reached the market, she stopped at the