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conclusion.
    “Perhaps not,” Erin said slowly.
    Huh?
    Adam and Max looked at her quizzically, but she turned her head away and said nothing further.
    Hmm, interesting.
    Why would Erin suspect someone other than Stowe? Especially when the description so closely matched his? Were there multiple assassins gunning (literally) for Adam?
    With that horrendous thought in mind, I closed my eyes and suppressed a sob.
    Before Adam had a chance to ask her for elaboration, Erin said, “We’ve run out of options here. I think it’s time we move to plan B.”
    Adam exhaled heavily and murmured an assent.
    “What’s plan B?” I asked as I opened my eyes and stared up at a disheveled but still somehow amazingly attractive Adam Ward.
    He sighed as his eyes met mine. “Fade Island has been compromised, Maddy. Our only option now is to hole up in a safe house.”

Chapter Three
    N ot surprisingly, the safe house turned out to be owned by Adam.
    He showed me pictures before we left Fade Island. We’d be staying in what appeared to be a rustic cabin, surprisingly modest in size, but very posh. It was located deep in the woods of Maine.
    We wasted no time hanging around Fade Island. The day after what Adam and Erin termed “the security breach,” we headed out.
    Erin volunteered—or perhaps she’d been assigned—to drive us to our new location. Once we were back over on the mainland, we piled our luggage into her government-issued, nondescript sedan. Adam slid into the passenger seat, so I was relegated to the backseat. As we drove deeper and deeper into the heart of Maine, even from my limited vantage point, I had to say Erin’s driving was impressive. The agent navigated the curving and slick inland roads with practiced ease.
    Nobody spoke much. Adam worked on his tablet and I stared out the side window, observing the mostly white landscape.
    Where we lived along the coast—and also out on Fade Island—most of the snow had melted. But here in the Maine wilderness, winter appeared to still be in full force.
    Consequently, it took us hours to reach the safe house.
    When we hit a white-out and Erin slowed, but kept the car moving, Adam asked, “Where’d you learn to drive in conditions like these, Erin? Was winter driving part of your training with the feds?”
    Agent Lenehan laughed and shook her head, her strawberry-blonde waves bouncing. “No, no special training. I’m originally from rural Massachusetts, so I got lots of practice growing up. Driving on wintry back roads is like second nature to me.”
    “Well, I am impressed,” Adam said as he powered down his tablet.
    Oh, please, I thought.
    The last few miles dragged, as the roads became particularly treacherous in the higher elevations. But we eventually reached our destination safe and intact.
    Five seconds after Erin parked, all three of us were out of the car, stretching our legs and taking in the surroundings.
    Wow, we were truly in the middle of nowhere. Everywhere I turned there was nothing but snow-blanketed utter wilderness.
    Erin was wearing a fashionable pant suit with heels. I, on the other hand, had dressed appropriately. I had on high winter boots, jeans, a heavy coat, and a scarf.
    I looked at Erin and nodded to her pumps. “Maybe driving in winter conditions is second nature to you, but I’m thinking walking in winter conditions might pose a challenge for you in shoes like that.”
    “Maddy, be nice,” Adam said under his breath as he leaned in close to me.
    Erin gave me a sweet smile as she held onto the side of the car and navigated her way to the back. She popped open the trunk and took out a heavy-duty pair of winter boots. They looked even more suited for the perilous conditions than the ones I was wearing.
    “Don’t underestimate me, Maddy,” she said, smiling still as she stood on one leg and quickly swapped out a pump for one of the winter boots.
    Adam rolled his eyes at our catty exchange. He grabbed a few of the heavier pieces of