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Even though Mark had never ridden on a four-wheeler before, he was instantly hooked. “It’s no Jet Ski, but it’s not bad,” he told her from the passenger seat.
“I used to pester my brothers to let me tie a sled to a four-wheeler, kind of like water skiing.”
“You’re kind of a dream girl, you know that?”
Her face glowed, though that might have been from the wind whipping against their skin as they bumped and rattled through the woods.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sheer splendor of the Cascades and the deep forests surrounding the lodge. Since it had been dark the night he and Gracie had almost escaped from the kidnapper, he’d never gotten a real look at their surroundings. And being only six, and terrified, he wouldn’t have noticed much anyway. Now, in the daylight, he saw
