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Jeep out of the parking lot and merged onto Highway 101, heading west. The forests of Douglas fir and cedar thickened as they penetrated deeper into the Olympic Peninsula. Soaring to heights of two hundredfeet or more, the moss-draped trees arched over the two-lane highway, creating a mystical cathedral effect that never failed to enchant her. The filtered afternoon sunlight glowed with layers of green and gold, dappling the road with shifting patterns.
    There was a sense, as they traveled away from the port city, of entering another world entirely. This was a place apart, where the silences were as vast and deep as the primal forests surrounding the lake. Thanks to the vigilance of the parks department, the character of the land never changed. Aaron was experiencing everything just as she and Phil had as children, and their father and grandparents before them. She remembered sitting in the backseat of their father’s old station wagon with the window rolled down, feeling the cool rush of the wind in her face and inhaling the fecund scent of moss and cedar. Four years her senior, Phil had a special gift for annoying her until she wept, though she had long since forgiven him for all the childhood torments. Somehow, seemingly by magic, her brother had turned into her best friend over the years.
    Five miles from the lake, they passed the final hill where cell-phone reception was possible, in the parking lot of Grammy’s Café, which served the best marionberry pie known to man.
    At the side of the road, she spotted a green pickup truck pulled off to the side. She slowed down as she passed, and saw that the driver was bent over the front passenger side, changing a tire, perhaps.
    It was the John Deere guy. The one who had bailed her out at the grocery store.
    She applied the brake, then put the car in Reverse and pulled off to the shoulder. She had no idea how to change a tire and he probably didn’t want or need herhelp. But she stopped just the same, because like it or not, she owed him one.
    “What’re you doing?” Aaron asked.
    “Stay put,” she said. “Don’t let Bandit out.” She got out and walked toward the truck.
    Here, surrounded by the extravagant lushness of the fern-carpeted forest, he looked even more interesting than he had in the grocery shop, a man in his element. Suddenly she felt vulnerable. This was a lonely stretch of road, and if he decided to come on to her, she’d be in trouble. Her brother often accused her of being too naive and trusting, yet she didn’t know how else to be. She did trust people, and they seldom let her down.
    “Keep away,” he called to her without looking up from what he was doing. “I’ve got a wounded animal here.”
    Definitely not a come-on.
    She saw a half-grown raccoon lying on its side, struggling and making a terrible noise. Wearing a pair of logging gloves, the guy was trying to bag the hissing, scratching creature in a canvas sack, but the raccoon was having none of it.
    Ignoring orders, Aaron jumped out. Bandit whined from the Jeep.
    Kate grabbed Aaron’s shoulder and held him next to her. “What can we do to help?”
    “That’s— Damn.” The guy jumped back, examining his gloved hand.
    “Did it bite you?” she asked.
    “Tried to.”
    “Did you hit it?” Aaron asked. His chin trembled. He absolutely hated it when an animal was injured.
    “Nope. Found it like this,” the man said. For the first time, he took his eyes off the raccoon and turned to look at them. The sunglasses masked his reaction, butshe could tell he recognized her from the grocery store. Something—a subtle tensing in his big, lean body—reacted to her.
    “Is it going to die?” Aaron asked.
    “Hope not. There’s a wildlife rehab station back in Port Angeles. If I can get it there, I’m pretty sure it can be saved.”
    “How can he fight like that?” Kate said. “He’s half-dead.”
    “Not even close. And the survival instinct is strong when something feels