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On sale May 25, 2010 | 464 Pages | 9780515148046
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In this #1 New York Times bestseller, Nora Roberts takes readers deep into the rugged hills of South Dakota, where the shadows keep secrets, hunters stalk the land, and a friendship matures into something more....

Cooper Sullivan spent the summers of his youth on his grandparents’ South Dakota ranch, sharing innocent games and stolen kisses with the neighbor girl, Lil Chance. Now, twelve years after they last walked together hand in hand, fate has brought them back to the Black Hills.

Though the memory of Coop’s touch still haunts her, Lil has let nothing stop her dream of opening the Chance Wildlife Refuge, but something—or someone—has been keeping a close watch. When small pranks and acts of destruction escalate into a heartless attack on Lil’s beloved cougar, memories of an unsolved murder have Coop springing to action to keep Lil safe. 

Both of them know the natural dangers that lurk in the wild landscape of the Black Hills. But a killer of twisted and unnatural instincts has singled them out as prey....

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south dakota

 

June 1989

 

Cooper Sullivan's life, as he'd known it, was over. Judge and jury-in the form of his parents-had not been swayed by pleas, reason, temper, threats, but instead had sentenced him and shipped him off, away from everything he knew and cared about, to a world without video parlors or Big Macs.

 

The only thing that kept him from completely dying of boredom, or just going wacko, was his prized Game Boy.

 

As far as he could see, it would be him and Tetris for the duration of his prison term-two horrible, stupid months-in the Wild freaking West. He knew damn well the game, which his father had gotten pretty much right off the assembly line in Tokyo, was a kind of bribe.

 

Coop was eleven, and nobody's fool.

 

Practically nobody in the whole U. S. of A. had the game, and that was definitely cool. But what was the point in having something everybody else wanted if you couldn't show it off to your friends?

 

This way, you were just Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne, the lame alter egos of the cool guys.

 

All of his friends were back, a zillion miles back, in New York. They'd be hanging out for the summer, taking trips to the beaches of Long Island or down to the Jersey Shore. He'd been promised two weeks at baseball camp in July.

 

But that was before.

 

Now his parents were off to Italy and France and other stupid places on a second honeymoon. Which was code for last-ditch effort to save the marriage.

 

No, Coop was nobody's fool.

 

Having their eleven-year-old son around wasn't romantic or whatever, so they'd shipped him off to his grandparents and the boondockies of South holy crap Dakota.

 

Godforsaken South Dakota. He'd heard his mother call it that plenty of times-except when she'd smiled and smiled telling him he was going to have an adventure, get to know his roots. Godforsaken turned into pristine and pure and exciting. Like he didn't know she'd run off from her parents and their crappy little farm the minute she'd turned eighteen?

 

So he was stuck back where she'd run from, and he hadn't done anything to deserve it. It wasn't his fault his father couldn't keep his dick in his pants, or his mother compensated by buying up Madison Avenue. Information Coop had learned from expert and regular eavesdropping. They screwed things up and he was sentenced to a summer on a horseshit farm with grandparents he barely knew.

 

And they were really old.

 

He was supposed to help with the horses, who smelled and looked like they wanted to bite you. With the chickens who smelled and did bite.

 

They didn't have a housekeeper who cooked egg white omelets and picked up his action figures. And they drove trucks instead of cars. Even his ancient grandmother.

 

He hadn't seen a cab in days.

 

He had chores, and had to eat home-cooked meals with food he'd never seen in his life. And maybe the food was pretty good, but that wasn't the point.

 

The one TV in the whole house barely got anything, and there was no McDonald's. No Chinese or pizza place that delivered. No friends. No park, no movie theaters, no video arcades.

 

He might as well be in Russia or someplace.

 

He glanced up from the Game Boy to look out the car window at what he considered a lot of nothing. Stupid mountains, stupid prairie, stupid trees. The same view, as far as he could tell, that had been outside the window since they'd left the farm. At least his grandparents had stopped interrupting his game to tell him stuff about what was outside the window.

 

Like he cared about a lot of stupid settlers and Indians and soldiers who hung around out here before he was even born. Hell, before his prehistoric grandparents had been born.

 

Who gave a shit about Crazy Horse and Sitting Bullshit. He cared about the X-Men and the box scores.

 

The way Coop looked at it, the fact that the closest town to the farm was called Deadwood said it all.

 

He didn't care about cowboys and horses and buffalo. He cared about baseball and video games. He wasn't going to see a single game in Yankee Stadium all summer.

 

He might as well be dead, too.

 

He spotted a bunch of what looked like mutant deer clomping across the high grass, and a lot of trees and stupid hills that were really green. Why did they call them black when they were green? Because he was in South crappy Dakota where they didn't know dick about squat.

 

What he didn't see were buildings, people, streets, sidewalk vendors. What he didn't see was home.

 

His grandmother shifted in her seat to look back at him. "Do you see the elk, Cooper?"

 

"I guess."

 

"We'll be getting to the Chance spread soon," she told him. "It was nice of them to have us all over for supper. You're going to like Lil. She's nearly your age."

 

He knew the rules. "Yes, ma'am." As if he'd pal around with some girl. Some dumb farm girl who probably smelled like horse. And looked like one.

 

He bent his head and went back to Tetris so his grandmother would leave him alone. She looked sort of like his mother. If his mother was old and didn't get her hair done blond and wavy, and didn't wear makeup. But he could see his mother in this strange old woman with the lines around her blue eyes.

 

It was a little spooky.

 

Her name was Lucy, and he was supposed to call her Grandma.

 

She cooked and baked. A lot. And hung sheets and stuff out on a line in back of the farmhouse. She sewed and scrubbed, and sang when she did. Her voice was pretty, if you liked that sort of thing.

 

She helped with the horses, and Coop could admit, he'd been surprised and impressed when he'd seen her jump right on one without a saddle or anything.

 

She was old-probably at least fifty, for God's sake. But she wasn't creaky.

 

Mostly she wore boots and jeans and plaid shirts. Except for today she'd put a dress on and left the brown hair she usually braided loose.

 

He didn't notice when they turned off the endless stretch of road, not until the ride turned bumpier. When he glanced out he saw more trees, less flat land, and the mountains roughed up behind them. Mostly, it looked like a lot of bumpy green hills topped over with bare rock.

 

He knew his grandparents raised horses and rented them at trailheads to tourists who wanted to ride them. He didn't get it. He just didn't get why anybody would want to sit on a horse and ride around rocks and trees.

 

His grandfather drove along the more-dirt-than-gravel road, and Coop saw cattle grazing on either side. He hoped it meant the drive was nearly over. He didn't care about having dinner at the Chance farm or meeting dumb Lil.

 

But he had to pee.

 

His grandfather had to stop so his grandmother could hop out to open a cattle gate, then close it again when they'd gone through. As they bumped along his bladder began to protest.

 

He saw sheds and barns and stables, whatever they were didn't matter. It was, as far as it went out here, a sign of civilization.

 

Something was growing in some fields, and horses were running around in others like they didn't have anything better to do.

 

The house, when it came into view, didn't look that different from the one his grandparents lived in. Two floors, windows, a big porch. Except the house was blue and his grandparents' was white.

 

There were a lot of flowers around the house, which somebody who hadn't had to learn to weed the ones around his grandparents' house might think were okay to look at.

 

A woman came out on the porch and waved. She wore a dress, too. A long one that made him think of the pictures of hippies he'd seen. Her hair was really dark and pulled back in a ponytail. Outside the house sat two trucks and an old car.

 

His grandfather, who hardly said anything, stepped out of the car. "'Lo, Jenna."

 

"It's good to see you, Sam." The woman gave his grandfather a kiss on the cheek, then turned to give his grandmother a big hug. "Lucy! Didn't I say don't bring a thing but yourselves?" she added when Lucy turned and took a basket from the car.

 

"I couldn't help it. It's cherry pie."

 

"We sure won't turn that down. And this is Cooper." Jenna held out a hand as she would to an adult. "Welcome."

 

"Thank you."

 

She dropped a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go on in. Lil's been looking forward to meeting you, Cooper. She's finishing up some chores with her dad, but they'll be right along. How about some lemonade? I bet you're thirsty after the drive."

 

"Um. I guess. May I use the bathroom?"

 

"Sure. We have one right in the house." She laughed when she said it, with a teasing look in her dark eyes that made the back of his neck hot.

 

It was like she knew he'd been thinking how old and dumpy everything looked.

 

She led him through, past a big living room, then a smaller one, and into a kitchen that smelled a lot like his grandmother's.

 

Home cooking.

 

"There's a washroom right through there." She gave his shoulder a careless pat, which added to the heat on the back of his neck. "Why don't we have that lemonade out on the back porch and visit awhile?" she said to his grandparents.

 

His mother would have called it a powder room. He relieved himself with some gratitude, then washed his hands at the tiny sink fixed in the corner. Beside it pale blue towels with a little pink rose hung on a rod.

 

At home, he mused, the powder room was twice as big, and fancy soaps sat in a crystal dish from Tiffany. The towels were a lot softer, too, and monogrammed.

 

Stalling, he poked a finger at the petals of some white daisies standing in a skinny wood pot thing on the sink. At home there would've been roses probably. He hadn't really noticed that kind of thing until now.

 

He was thirsty. He wished he could take a gallon of lemonade, maybe a bag of Cheetos, and stretch out in the back of the car with his Game Boy. Anything would be better than being forced to sit with a bunch of strange people on the porch of some old farmhouse for probably hours.

 

He could still hear them talking and fooling around in the kitchen, and wondered how long he could stall before going back out.

 

He peeked out the little window, decided it was the same shit. Paddocks and corrals, barns and silos, dumb farm animals, weird-looking equipment.

 

It wasn't as if he'd wanted to go to Italy and walk around looking at old stuff, but at least if his parents had taken him, there might be pizza.

 

The girl came out of the barn. She had dark hair like the hippie woman, so he figured it had to be Lil. She wore jeans rolled up at the cuffs, and high-top sneakers, and a red baseball cap over the hair done in two long braids.

 

She looked scruffy and stupid, and he immediately disliked her.

 

A moment later a man came out behind her. His hair was yellow, and worn in a long tail that enforced the hippie conclusion. He, too, wore a ball cap. He said something to the girl that made her laugh and shake her head. Whatever it was had her starting to run, but the man caught her.

 

Coop heard her squeal with laughter as the man tossed her in the air.

 

Had his father ever chased him? Coop wondered. Ever tossed him in the air, then swung him in giddy circles?

 

Not that he could remember. He and his father had discussions-when there was time. And time, Cooper knew, was always in short supply.

 

Country bumpkins had nothing but time, Cooper thought. They weren't under the demands of business like a corporate lawyer of his father's repute. They weren't third-generation Sullivans like his father, with the responsibilities that came with the name.

 

So they could toss their kids around all day.

 

Because it made something hurt in his stomach to watch, he turned away from the window. With no other choice, he went out to be tortured for the rest of the day.

 

 

Lil giggled as her father gave her another dizzying swing. When she could breathe again, she tried to give him a stern look. ÒHe is not going to be my boyfriend.Ó

 

"That's what you say now." Josiah Chance gave his girl a quick tickle along the ribs. "But I'm going to keep my eye on that city slicker."

 

"I don't want any boyfriend." Lil gave a lofty wave of her hand with her expertise as an almost-ten-year-old. "They're too much trouble."

 

Joe pulled her close, rubbed cheeks. "I'm going to remind you of that in a few years. Looks like they're here. We'd better go say hello, and get cleaned up."

 

She didn't have anything against boys, Lil mused. And she knew how to mind her manners with company. But still . . . "If I don't like him, do I have to play with him?"

 

"He's a guest. And he's a stranger in a strange land. Wouldn't you want somebody your own age to be nice to you and show you around if you dropped down in New York City?"

 

She wrinkled her narrow nose. "I don't want to go to New York City."

 

"I bet he didn't want to come here."

 

She couldn't understand why. Everything was there. Horses, dogs, cats, the mountains, the trees. But her parents had taught her that people were as different as they were the same.

 

"I'll be nice to him." At first, anyway.

 

"But you won't run off and marry him."

 

"Dad!"

 

She rolled her eyes just as the boy came out on the porch. Lil studied him as she might any new specimen.

 

He was taller than she'd expected, and his hair was the color of pine bark. He looked . . . mad or sad, she couldn't decide which. But neither was promising. His clothes said city to her, dark jeans that hadn't been worn or washed enough and a stiff white shirt. He took the glass of lemonade her mother offered and watched Lil as warily as she watched him.

 

He jolted at the cry of a hawk, and Lil caught herself before she sneered. Her mother wouldn't like it if she sneered at company.

“A thrilling love story.”—Midwest Book Review
 
“This premier storyteller proves an ordinary love story can still win your heart, and even an inevitable confrontation may scare you silly.”—Publishers Weekly
 
“Another Roberts masterpiece...Once again, she creates compelling characters and produces a story that grabs your attention and doesn’t let go until the last pages.”—McClatchy-Tribune News Service

“As in previous Roberts novels, well-fleshed-out characters add emotional punch to the action. The juxtaposition of animal and human predators eloquently points out where true viciousness lies. Twin love stories are beautifully woven throughout the gripping suspense. This is one of Roberts' best!”—RT Book Reviews
Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. View titles by Nora Roberts
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About

In this #1 New York Times bestseller, Nora Roberts takes readers deep into the rugged hills of South Dakota, where the shadows keep secrets, hunters stalk the land, and a friendship matures into something more....

Cooper Sullivan spent the summers of his youth on his grandparents’ South Dakota ranch, sharing innocent games and stolen kisses with the neighbor girl, Lil Chance. Now, twelve years after they last walked together hand in hand, fate has brought them back to the Black Hills.

Though the memory of Coop’s touch still haunts her, Lil has let nothing stop her dream of opening the Chance Wildlife Refuge, but something—or someone—has been keeping a close watch. When small pranks and acts of destruction escalate into a heartless attack on Lil’s beloved cougar, memories of an unsolved murder have Coop springing to action to keep Lil safe. 

Both of them know the natural dangers that lurk in the wild landscape of the Black Hills. But a killer of twisted and unnatural instincts has singled them out as prey....

Excerpt

1

 

south dakota

 

June 1989

 

Cooper Sullivan's life, as he'd known it, was over. Judge and jury-in the form of his parents-had not been swayed by pleas, reason, temper, threats, but instead had sentenced him and shipped him off, away from everything he knew and cared about, to a world without video parlors or Big Macs.

 

The only thing that kept him from completely dying of boredom, or just going wacko, was his prized Game Boy.

 

As far as he could see, it would be him and Tetris for the duration of his prison term-two horrible, stupid months-in the Wild freaking West. He knew damn well the game, which his father had gotten pretty much right off the assembly line in Tokyo, was a kind of bribe.

 

Coop was eleven, and nobody's fool.

 

Practically nobody in the whole U. S. of A. had the game, and that was definitely cool. But what was the point in having something everybody else wanted if you couldn't show it off to your friends?

 

This way, you were just Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne, the lame alter egos of the cool guys.

 

All of his friends were back, a zillion miles back, in New York. They'd be hanging out for the summer, taking trips to the beaches of Long Island or down to the Jersey Shore. He'd been promised two weeks at baseball camp in July.

 

But that was before.

 

Now his parents were off to Italy and France and other stupid places on a second honeymoon. Which was code for last-ditch effort to save the marriage.

 

No, Coop was nobody's fool.

 

Having their eleven-year-old son around wasn't romantic or whatever, so they'd shipped him off to his grandparents and the boondockies of South holy crap Dakota.

 

Godforsaken South Dakota. He'd heard his mother call it that plenty of times-except when she'd smiled and smiled telling him he was going to have an adventure, get to know his roots. Godforsaken turned into pristine and pure and exciting. Like he didn't know she'd run off from her parents and their crappy little farm the minute she'd turned eighteen?

 

So he was stuck back where she'd run from, and he hadn't done anything to deserve it. It wasn't his fault his father couldn't keep his dick in his pants, or his mother compensated by buying up Madison Avenue. Information Coop had learned from expert and regular eavesdropping. They screwed things up and he was sentenced to a summer on a horseshit farm with grandparents he barely knew.

 

And they were really old.

 

He was supposed to help with the horses, who smelled and looked like they wanted to bite you. With the chickens who smelled and did bite.

 

They didn't have a housekeeper who cooked egg white omelets and picked up his action figures. And they drove trucks instead of cars. Even his ancient grandmother.

 

He hadn't seen a cab in days.

 

He had chores, and had to eat home-cooked meals with food he'd never seen in his life. And maybe the food was pretty good, but that wasn't the point.

 

The one TV in the whole house barely got anything, and there was no McDonald's. No Chinese or pizza place that delivered. No friends. No park, no movie theaters, no video arcades.

 

He might as well be in Russia or someplace.

 

He glanced up from the Game Boy to look out the car window at what he considered a lot of nothing. Stupid mountains, stupid prairie, stupid trees. The same view, as far as he could tell, that had been outside the window since they'd left the farm. At least his grandparents had stopped interrupting his game to tell him stuff about what was outside the window.

 

Like he cared about a lot of stupid settlers and Indians and soldiers who hung around out here before he was even born. Hell, before his prehistoric grandparents had been born.

 

Who gave a shit about Crazy Horse and Sitting Bullshit. He cared about the X-Men and the box scores.

 

The way Coop looked at it, the fact that the closest town to the farm was called Deadwood said it all.

 

He didn't care about cowboys and horses and buffalo. He cared about baseball and video games. He wasn't going to see a single game in Yankee Stadium all summer.

 

He might as well be dead, too.

 

He spotted a bunch of what looked like mutant deer clomping across the high grass, and a lot of trees and stupid hills that were really green. Why did they call them black when they were green? Because he was in South crappy Dakota where they didn't know dick about squat.

 

What he didn't see were buildings, people, streets, sidewalk vendors. What he didn't see was home.

 

His grandmother shifted in her seat to look back at him. "Do you see the elk, Cooper?"

 

"I guess."

 

"We'll be getting to the Chance spread soon," she told him. "It was nice of them to have us all over for supper. You're going to like Lil. She's nearly your age."

 

He knew the rules. "Yes, ma'am." As if he'd pal around with some girl. Some dumb farm girl who probably smelled like horse. And looked like one.

 

He bent his head and went back to Tetris so his grandmother would leave him alone. She looked sort of like his mother. If his mother was old and didn't get her hair done blond and wavy, and didn't wear makeup. But he could see his mother in this strange old woman with the lines around her blue eyes.

 

It was a little spooky.

 

Her name was Lucy, and he was supposed to call her Grandma.

 

She cooked and baked. A lot. And hung sheets and stuff out on a line in back of the farmhouse. She sewed and scrubbed, and sang when she did. Her voice was pretty, if you liked that sort of thing.

 

She helped with the horses, and Coop could admit, he'd been surprised and impressed when he'd seen her jump right on one without a saddle or anything.

 

She was old-probably at least fifty, for God's sake. But she wasn't creaky.

 

Mostly she wore boots and jeans and plaid shirts. Except for today she'd put a dress on and left the brown hair she usually braided loose.

 

He didn't notice when they turned off the endless stretch of road, not until the ride turned bumpier. When he glanced out he saw more trees, less flat land, and the mountains roughed up behind them. Mostly, it looked like a lot of bumpy green hills topped over with bare rock.

 

He knew his grandparents raised horses and rented them at trailheads to tourists who wanted to ride them. He didn't get it. He just didn't get why anybody would want to sit on a horse and ride around rocks and trees.

 

His grandfather drove along the more-dirt-than-gravel road, and Coop saw cattle grazing on either side. He hoped it meant the drive was nearly over. He didn't care about having dinner at the Chance farm or meeting dumb Lil.

 

But he had to pee.

 

His grandfather had to stop so his grandmother could hop out to open a cattle gate, then close it again when they'd gone through. As they bumped along his bladder began to protest.

 

He saw sheds and barns and stables, whatever they were didn't matter. It was, as far as it went out here, a sign of civilization.

 

Something was growing in some fields, and horses were running around in others like they didn't have anything better to do.

 

The house, when it came into view, didn't look that different from the one his grandparents lived in. Two floors, windows, a big porch. Except the house was blue and his grandparents' was white.

 

There were a lot of flowers around the house, which somebody who hadn't had to learn to weed the ones around his grandparents' house might think were okay to look at.

 

A woman came out on the porch and waved. She wore a dress, too. A long one that made him think of the pictures of hippies he'd seen. Her hair was really dark and pulled back in a ponytail. Outside the house sat two trucks and an old car.

 

His grandfather, who hardly said anything, stepped out of the car. "'Lo, Jenna."

 

"It's good to see you, Sam." The woman gave his grandfather a kiss on the cheek, then turned to give his grandmother a big hug. "Lucy! Didn't I say don't bring a thing but yourselves?" she added when Lucy turned and took a basket from the car.

 

"I couldn't help it. It's cherry pie."

 

"We sure won't turn that down. And this is Cooper." Jenna held out a hand as she would to an adult. "Welcome."

 

"Thank you."

 

She dropped a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go on in. Lil's been looking forward to meeting you, Cooper. She's finishing up some chores with her dad, but they'll be right along. How about some lemonade? I bet you're thirsty after the drive."

 

"Um. I guess. May I use the bathroom?"

 

"Sure. We have one right in the house." She laughed when she said it, with a teasing look in her dark eyes that made the back of his neck hot.

 

It was like she knew he'd been thinking how old and dumpy everything looked.

 

She led him through, past a big living room, then a smaller one, and into a kitchen that smelled a lot like his grandmother's.

 

Home cooking.

 

"There's a washroom right through there." She gave his shoulder a careless pat, which added to the heat on the back of his neck. "Why don't we have that lemonade out on the back porch and visit awhile?" she said to his grandparents.

 

His mother would have called it a powder room. He relieved himself with some gratitude, then washed his hands at the tiny sink fixed in the corner. Beside it pale blue towels with a little pink rose hung on a rod.

 

At home, he mused, the powder room was twice as big, and fancy soaps sat in a crystal dish from Tiffany. The towels were a lot softer, too, and monogrammed.

 

Stalling, he poked a finger at the petals of some white daisies standing in a skinny wood pot thing on the sink. At home there would've been roses probably. He hadn't really noticed that kind of thing until now.

 

He was thirsty. He wished he could take a gallon of lemonade, maybe a bag of Cheetos, and stretch out in the back of the car with his Game Boy. Anything would be better than being forced to sit with a bunch of strange people on the porch of some old farmhouse for probably hours.

 

He could still hear them talking and fooling around in the kitchen, and wondered how long he could stall before going back out.

 

He peeked out the little window, decided it was the same shit. Paddocks and corrals, barns and silos, dumb farm animals, weird-looking equipment.

 

It wasn't as if he'd wanted to go to Italy and walk around looking at old stuff, but at least if his parents had taken him, there might be pizza.

 

The girl came out of the barn. She had dark hair like the hippie woman, so he figured it had to be Lil. She wore jeans rolled up at the cuffs, and high-top sneakers, and a red baseball cap over the hair done in two long braids.

 

She looked scruffy and stupid, and he immediately disliked her.

 

A moment later a man came out behind her. His hair was yellow, and worn in a long tail that enforced the hippie conclusion. He, too, wore a ball cap. He said something to the girl that made her laugh and shake her head. Whatever it was had her starting to run, but the man caught her.

 

Coop heard her squeal with laughter as the man tossed her in the air.

 

Had his father ever chased him? Coop wondered. Ever tossed him in the air, then swung him in giddy circles?

 

Not that he could remember. He and his father had discussions-when there was time. And time, Cooper knew, was always in short supply.

 

Country bumpkins had nothing but time, Cooper thought. They weren't under the demands of business like a corporate lawyer of his father's repute. They weren't third-generation Sullivans like his father, with the responsibilities that came with the name.

 

So they could toss their kids around all day.

 

Because it made something hurt in his stomach to watch, he turned away from the window. With no other choice, he went out to be tortured for the rest of the day.

 

 

Lil giggled as her father gave her another dizzying swing. When she could breathe again, she tried to give him a stern look. ÒHe is not going to be my boyfriend.Ó

 

"That's what you say now." Josiah Chance gave his girl a quick tickle along the ribs. "But I'm going to keep my eye on that city slicker."

 

"I don't want any boyfriend." Lil gave a lofty wave of her hand with her expertise as an almost-ten-year-old. "They're too much trouble."

 

Joe pulled her close, rubbed cheeks. "I'm going to remind you of that in a few years. Looks like they're here. We'd better go say hello, and get cleaned up."

 

She didn't have anything against boys, Lil mused. And she knew how to mind her manners with company. But still . . . "If I don't like him, do I have to play with him?"

 

"He's a guest. And he's a stranger in a strange land. Wouldn't you want somebody your own age to be nice to you and show you around if you dropped down in New York City?"

 

She wrinkled her narrow nose. "I don't want to go to New York City."

 

"I bet he didn't want to come here."

 

She couldn't understand why. Everything was there. Horses, dogs, cats, the mountains, the trees. But her parents had taught her that people were as different as they were the same.

 

"I'll be nice to him." At first, anyway.

 

"But you won't run off and marry him."

 

"Dad!"

 

She rolled her eyes just as the boy came out on the porch. Lil studied him as she might any new specimen.

 

He was taller than she'd expected, and his hair was the color of pine bark. He looked . . . mad or sad, she couldn't decide which. But neither was promising. His clothes said city to her, dark jeans that hadn't been worn or washed enough and a stiff white shirt. He took the glass of lemonade her mother offered and watched Lil as warily as she watched him.

 

He jolted at the cry of a hawk, and Lil caught herself before she sneered. Her mother wouldn't like it if she sneered at company.

Praise

“A thrilling love story.”—Midwest Book Review
 
“This premier storyteller proves an ordinary love story can still win your heart, and even an inevitable confrontation may scare you silly.”—Publishers Weekly
 
“Another Roberts masterpiece...Once again, she creates compelling characters and produces a story that grabs your attention and doesn’t let go until the last pages.”—McClatchy-Tribune News Service

“As in previous Roberts novels, well-fleshed-out characters add emotional punch to the action. The juxtaposition of animal and human predators eloquently points out where true viciousness lies. Twin love stories are beautifully woven throughout the gripping suspense. This is one of Roberts' best!”—RT Book Reviews

Author

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. View titles by Nora Roberts

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