Echo Lake. Carla Neggers

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      “Easy, Rohan,” she said, holding on to a thin tree and reaching with her free hand to the shivering puppy. “Let’s get you warm and safe, okay?”

      She stretched, her fingertips within inches of him, but she slipped in the snow. She couldn’t regain her footing and went down on one knee, planting her free hand in the snow to keep herself from falling in the brook. She felt cold water flowing into her left boot and up her lower leg but bit back a yell lest she panic Rohan. She finally righted herself, losing her glove in the snow.

      She didn’t hesitate. She scooped up the puppy and moved quickly, launching past the tree she was using for balance then sinking against another one. She anchored her feet in the snow to prevent her and Rohan from skidding back into the brook.

      She cuddled the furry dog against her. She could feel his little heart racing. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, her own heart thumping madly. “I’ve got you.”

      She wanted to sit in the snow and catch her breath, but she knew that wasn’t wise. Her shivering was a warning she was in danger of hypothermia. It would be a cold, wet trek back to Vic’s house, so she had to get on with it and keep moving.

      As she stood straight, she thought she smelled wood smoke—from a fireplace or a woodstove, perhaps. How was that possible? She was too far from the main house. It had to be her imagination or her natural optimism at work.

      She heard the snap of a twig and looked up through the trees behind her, away from the brook. A man she didn’t recognize stepped comfortably down to her and Rohan. He wore a black suede jacket and solid boots but no hat or gloves.

      He scanned her from head to toe before he spoke. “Nice job with the puppy rescue.”

      “You watched?”

      “Yes, ma’am. I didn’t want to startle you.”

      Heather felt Rohan stir in her arms, but he didn’t bark. Probably too tired. “Ready to come to my rescue if I fell in, were you?”

      “You did fall in,” he said, pointing to her wet lower left leg.

      “Not all the way in.”

      “You’d be a popsicle if you fell all the way in. I was on my way to rescue the little guy myself. I’m staying at Vic’s guesthouse. I got in late last night. My name’s Brody, by the way.”

      “Heather Sloan,” she said. “Good to meet you.”

      Except she felt as if she should know him. Did know him.

      He narrowed his eyes—dark, flecked with gold—on her. He had short-cropped dark hair, a square jaw, a cleft chin. She shook off the idea that he was familiar somehow. She didn’t know anyone who would be a guest of Vic Scarlatti.

      He stepped past her and picked up her fallen glove out of the snow. She took in his broad shoulders and his dark canvas pants covering muscular thighs. He looked strong and incredibly fit. Another diplomat? Somehow Heather didn’t think so.

      He stood straight and tucked her glove into her jacket pocket. “It’s filled with snow. It’s not going to keep you warm. I can take the pup if you’d like. Give you a chance to pull yourself together.”

      “I’m fine, thanks, and I can handle Rohan.”

      “Rohan?” Brody stroked the soft fur behind the puppy’s ear. “He doesn’t look much like a rider of Rohan at the moment, does he?”

      Heather had to admit the Tolkien-inspired name was incongruently regal for such a rambunctious, cute-as-the-devil puppy. He was getting heavy in her arms, but she noticed his heart rate had settled down.

      “He’s not my puppy,” she said. “I just helped look for him.”

      “Vic Scarlatti has a puppy?” Brody grinned as if the prospect both amused and surprised him. “I guess retirement will do that even to a guy like Vic.”

      “He’s a stray. Rohan, I mean. Vic found him wandering around alone out here a few days ago and took him in.”

      “Well, good for Vic.”

      “Another guest named him Rohan. Adrienne Portale. Are you two friends?”

      “Nope. Don’t know her.”

      Rohan snuggled deeper into Heather’s arms. “I should get back. It’s cold even for January.”

      “I’ll walk with you.”

      She sucked in a breath. When it came right down to it, she had no idea who this man was. “Thanks, but I can manage.”

      “Mind if I walk with you as far as the guesthouse?”

      “How do you know Vic?”

      “We go back a ways.”

      A vague answer. “You’re a lot younger than he is.”

      “Yes, I am.”

      Heather hesitated. “I should let Vic know that Rohan is safe.”

      “I already texted him that a dark-haired woman in a brown coat had just rescued a puppy from the brook.”

      “That was efficient.”

      “He hasn’t responded. I also told him you could use some dry clothes.” Brody nodded up through the woods toward the main house. “Shall we?”

      Heather could feel Rohan settling into her arms. He wasn’t a light puppy. She needed to get moving if she was going to carry him all the way back to the house.

      She took a step up the hill. “I guess if you’re one of Vic’s friends, it’s safe to go off with you. You’re not going to bonk me on the head and dump me in the guesthouse cellar. It doesn’t have a cellar, for one thing.”

      “That’s a dramatic imagination you have there.”

      “It’s not drama. It’s being practical. I’m very practical.”

      “Do you say everything you think?”

      “No. Do you?”

      His gaze slid over her. He smiled. “No.”

      Despite the frigid temperature, she felt heat in her cheeks. Maybe she should think before she spoke. She adjusted Rohan in her arms again as she took another step up the hill. “I’m also good at taking care of myself.”

      “Come on. You pushed hard through the snow, and you’re frozen. Let me take Rohan.”

      Heather didn’t protest when Brody scooped up the half-asleep puppy. She tried not to shiver or let her teeth chatter, but with the cold weather and her partial dip in the icy brook, she had to admit she was frozen. “I didn’t expect Rohan to end up down here by the lake.”

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