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flipped himself on the roof with the deftness of an Olympic gymnast. He turned and stared down at her. “Your turn.”
    Already, her heart was racing. As a young girl she had had a fear of heights. Keith had helped her overcome that, but she was out of practice. The old fears were back. She handed him the binoculars first and then crawled on the railing. “This brings back some memories.”
    â€œWe never climbed houses.” There was something guarded about the statement.
    â€œJust rock cliffs, right?” Her life would have gone on a completely different trajectory if she hadn’t met Keith when she was ten. Like her father, who was the town’s librarian, she’d spent most of her time with her face buried in a book. She had always loved nature, but Keith’s desire to teach her to kayak and climb hadawakened her sense of adventure. If it hadn’t been for him, she probably would have ended up working in a lab somewhere instead of running the rescue center. And she definitely wouldn’t be here, about to climb on the roof of a house, looking for answers to a mystery.
    â€œYou’re going to have to stand on that railing,” he coaxed.
    â€œI know.” Her hands were sweating.
    Keith pushed himself to the edge of the roof. “My hand is right here.”
    She eased to her feet, finding her balance by resting a hand on the wall. Whether showing her how to rock climb or build a campfire, he’d been a patient teacher. Jenna lifted her head and locked into Keith’s gaze. She reached for him. He gripped her wrist. The warmth of his touch permeated her skin to the marrow. “I’m dizzy.”
    â€œI’m right here. Other hand. Let go of the wall, Jenna,” he soothed.
    He pulled her up and into his arms in one easy movement. She scooted toward him and away from the edge of the roof. Her hand rested on his chest. Beneath the softness of the cotton shirt, his heart pounded out a raging beat. She bent her head, out of breath. “I never did learn to like heights.” The truth was that when she was hanging from a mountain, if it had been anyone else beside Keith holding the rope, she probably wouldn’t have been able to climb.
    â€œYou always did just fine.” His voice warmed.
    His face was close enough for her to hear the soft intake and exhale of air. She could smell his soapy cleanness. She’d kept Keith Roland frozen in time. Allthese years, he’d been the boy who was her summertime buddy. But he wasn’t a boy anymore. His transition into manhood had been marked by such tragedy that she’d held on to the part of him that had been so wonderful, the boy part of him. Here in front of her, holding her, was the man she couldn’t make heads or tails of.
    He scooted away, and the coolness of the night enveloped her. “Let’s see if we can spot anything from here,” he said, clearing his throat.
    Jenna pulled her knees up to her chest. Then she studied the outline of the mountains. Again, a light flickered and disappeared. She pointed and grabbed his arm. “Right about there.”
    He lifted the binoculars, craning his neck slowly.
    â€œSee anything?”
    He shook his head. “Maybe if we stand.”
    â€œOn the roof?”
    He laughed, and there was something of the adventurous boy in the laughter. “Come on, you know I can talk you into almost anything.”
    â€œThat was when I was twelve. This is not a mountain. We don’t have any ropes to catch our fall. You stand up.”
    He nodded. “Suit yourself.” He handed her the binoculars and eased himself to his feet. His hand reached down, brushing the top of her head while he continued to look straight ahead. She grabbed his hand at the wrist and placed the binoculars in them.
    He wobbled as he lifted them to his face but maintained his balance. Jenna held her breath. She tilted her head.
    â€œI see them,” he said a moment