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of her, prepped and ready, making her pant?
    She couldn’t sit still; she knew she’d made a big mistake coming along. One she needed to rectify now. Decision made, she gathered herself to stand.
    “Better put your tongue back in before his head expands any more.” Flynn lowered himself casually into the seat beside her. “Wouldn’t want him to know you still had the hots for him after all these years.” She turned her head slowly and met his eyes as ice skimmed across her flesh, chasing away the heat.
    “What do you know?”
    “You’re Zoe, the vet. He’s spoken about you.” She gave him a blank stare, a slow blink. “You have a kid he didn’t know about.” Her pulse skittered as she narrowed her eyes; she was going to kill Mac. Flynn gave a quick, wry smile. “He didn’t tell me, you just did. I overheard you in the trailer.”
    Flynn checked some of the connections on the harness, snapped them quick and hard to test them. “He didn’t look like that eleven years ago. You should be real careful. You might get hurt more than you hurt him back then.”
    She’d never hurt him; he’d ripped her heart out by marrying another woman and she’d never recovered, but it was none of the cowboy’s business.
    Flynn stood, his attention on the harness as he gave it another inspection. “Where do you want to watch from? Up there? Down here?”
    “Maybe I should go.”
    “I think it would be too obvious now, don’t you?”
    She pondered for a moment before she replied. “Here.”
    He nodded and turned to walk away.
    “And it’s nothing to do with his looks.” She couldn’t help it; she felt as though she needed to say something to defend herself. Flynn paused, turned back to consider her with his sharp, intense stare, and she continued. “It’s about the man inside. I once thought I knew him. Turned out he wasn’t a very nice person. You won’t catch me making the same mistake again.”
    Flynn pointed his index finger at her. “I think you’re going to be proved wrong.” As she opened her mouth to deny it, he shook his head and continued. “Let’s wait and see.”
    She followed him in silence for a few minutes. Curiosity eventually got the better of her.
    “How high is the tower?”
    “A few hundred feet. Nearly six, I believe.”
    “Shouldn’t you know exactly how high it is?”
    “Nah, he won’t be falling all the way.”
    Mac walked ahead of them, surrounded by pampering makeup artists and light technicians as they headed toward the base of the tower. A thick coverage of trees surrounded the Ironbridge station until they were almost upon it, and then the cooling towers suddenly loomed out of the ground in front of them. She’d grown up in the area, seen them constantly, and never thought much about them. They were just there. But now the significance of their height made her heart grind to a painful halt as she craned her neck to look all the way to the top.
    “Oh my God, he has to fall from there? I’ve lived here all my life, walked along the Gorge, and I’ve never realized how enormous the towers really are. It’s a hell of a drop.”
    “Sure it is. But he’s only got to fall about sixty feet or so. We want to get the shots we need in one take. In all honesty, honey, he isn’t going to fall. He’s going to leap, or rather be pushed. It has to look authentic, and in reality, if he fell off there, likelihood is he’d smash himself up against the bricks on his way down. So, he has to kind of launch himself off the side. Backward.” He smiled crookedly as she felt the blood rush from her face, leaving her light-headed. “It is a hell of a fall, but the idea is not to hit the ground. After all, he’s the hero of the movie. He’s not supposed to die.”
    “I thought you had stuntmen to do these things.” She trotted to keep up with his long stride on the rough ground beside the towers.
    “We do, but none of them are big enough. They never look enough like him for the public to