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direction, he called to the dogs, but only Maximillian and Quixote joined him. Cain whistled, giving Koda a second command, but the black-and-tan didn’t return for another minute or two. Head and tail lowered apologetically, he finally came to a stop about five feet from Cain—but Cain realized there’d been a reason for the delay.
    “Whatcha got, boy?”
    Creeping forward, head still down, Koda dropped a shiny object at Cain’s feet.
    Cain glanced over his shoulder at Amy’s retreating figure. For once, she wasn’t watching him. She was leading Maximillian and Quixote toward the dirt road that led past his place to Levi Matherley’s.
    Keeping his back to her, Cain bent to retrieve the shiny object. He hoped it was a piece of jewelry belonging to the man who’d attacked Sheridan, and that it could eventually be traced to its owner.
    But the reality made his jaw sag. It was his watch. The one he’d left on his nightstand before bed last night.
    “You coming?” Amy called.
    Cain shoved the watch into his pocket. The man who’d nearly killed Sheridan had been in his house while he was driving to the hospital.

4
    S heridan couldn’t open her eyes. The light was too blinding, too white. But she was fairly certain she wasn’t having a near-death experience. There was no tunnel, no loving Christlike figure waiting to embrace her. The air was cold, she could hear distant movement and voices, and she could smell antiseptic and just a hint of… cologne?
    Raising her eyelids slightly, she looked through her lashes to see walls covered with blue-and-yellow wallpaper. Judging by the IV tube going into her arm, the TV suspended from the ceiling, the rails on the bed and the rolling metal tray down by her feet, she was in a hospital. Which hospital, she had no idea. But that seemed less important at the moment than the fact that she wasn’t alone. A man stood at the window, gazing out. She was pretty sure he was the source of the cologne.
    There was something unsettling about that scent, about this man’s presence….
    Did she know him? He seemed vaguely familiar. But she couldn’t recall a time or a place or a name. He had unruly dark hair and a lean, muscular build with broadshoulders and golden tanned skin. Well-toned arms showed beneath the short sleeves of a white T-shirt, and—she tilted her head for a clearer view—he looked better in a pair of jeans than any man she’d ever seen.
    She doubted that detail would’ve occurred to her if she were lying at death’s door.
    He shifted, seemed to catch sight of her from the corner of his eye and turned.
    She knew him, all right. She would never forget that face. It was Cain Granger.
    “Thank God,” he breathed and came immediately to her bedside.
    The relief and concern in his manner made her wonder if she’d missed the chapter where they’d become friends.
    “What…happened?” The words had to be forced from a tight, scratchy throat, but she didn’t hurt anymore. The pain had been replaced with a sort of weightless euphoria that suggested she was under the influence of some very strong medication.
    He took her hand and toyed with the tips of her fingers as if they knew each other much better than they did. “You don’t remember?”
    Sheridan couldn’t put the whole story together, but fragments of various scenes flitted through her mind—a pair of muddy boots, a shovel, the rain. Those were the bad memories. Then there were some that, except for the pain, wouldn’t have been bad at all: a rock-solid chest and sinewy arms cradling her, a soft bed and the same scent she’d identified when she woke up a moment ago. “You… I was…in your bed.”
    “That’s right. Briefly.”
    “But…it wasn’t you who…who did this to me.” She struggled against the confusion that nearly overwhelmed her.
    A dark scowl brought out the stormy green of his eyes. “No. I found you after you were hurt, after whoever did this ran away.”
    “Oh.” That made sense.