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emergency scenario possible wasn’t necessary. “It’s a nice house.”
    “Oh, this place is a lot more than that. It’s special.” Unbuckling her seatbelt, she shifted in her seat.
    Jake held up a hand. “Stay in the car, please. Lock your door.” Without waiting for a response, he zipped up his leather jacket and proceeded into the snow. The wind took his breath in a second, and he clapped a gloved hand over his mouth. Damn . Pulling a flashlight from his pocket, he jogged toward the gate and punched in a code. With a metallic rattle, it eased open, and Jake motioned the vehicle through. He jogged up a steep incline and then across a clearing to the cabin’s porch, which was already covered with drifting snow. The area around the cabin, and the cabin itself, had been checked earlier today, but he needed to do his own inspection.
    Unlocking the front door, he punched in the alarm code and stamped the snow from his boots on an oval rag rug. He flipped on the lights and was faced with a massive wall of windows directly in front of him. He groaned. Many cabins had them, but he wasn’t thrilled that this place would be open to every prying eye in the greater Grand Teton area. That was not going to be fun at night.
    He removed his gloves and glanced to the right. A small, open kitchen with dated appliances occupied a corner of the room. To his left, a large fireplace on the far wall anchored the living room and a narrow staircase of knotty pine curved up to the second floor. He took it.
    At the top of the stairs, there were two rooms. One was a bathroom and the other contained three twin beds, each covered in pastel gingham bedspreads. Three teddy bears with matching ribbons sat on the pillows. One of them was missing an eye. Another one had faint lipstick prints on its furry cheeks. The third one was pristine. He grinned. Without having to guess, he knew the clean bear had belonged to Carolina, and the other two to her sisters.
    Carolina Fulton was neat as a pin. She was . . . competent. And that was a weird quality to find attractive, but damned if he didn’t. She made an achingly boring job something to look forward to every day. Watching her navigate her way through day-to-day life as part of the First Family was a pleasure. And he hated the reason she was here in Wyoming, but not that she was here with him.
    Dangerous territory, those thoughts. He pushed them away.
    Walking back downstairs, he went into the kitchen and checked the walk-in pantry around the corner in a hallway. Fully stocked with dry goods as promised.
    Across the hall was another bathroom; this one with a shower, no tub. He expected he’d be using this one. It was smaller, and he damn sure wasn’t going to share a bathroom with the president’s daughter.
    Through another door was the small second bedroom. It was wood-paneled, floor to ceiling, and contained a double bed, neatly made up with a worn quilt. On a bookshelf across the room he saw dozens of family photos, all apparently taken at the cabin. It was a strange feeling, being alone in a place that was the personal space of the president of the United States.
    He doubted he’d ever get over the awe, but he had a job to do, regardless. And he needed to get Carolina out of the vehicle. Opening the back door onto the deck, he locked it behind himself and walked the perimeter of the back side of the cabin, noting the placement of stone steps at either end, and a larger set of steps in the middle.
    Jogging down them, Jake flicked on the flashlight and trudged through a drift. A virtual wall of swirling snow made him stumble as he rounded the corner to the front of the house. Holy shit .
    Head down, he ran to the SUV and knocked on Carolina’s door. It opened immediately and he had to jump back to avoid being smacked in the face. Carolina hopped to the ground and took off for the cabin. He sprinted after her. “Wait, please!” he yelled into the storm.
    Her laugh echoed back to him but was