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on the sled survived its trip back to town, you’ll have noticed I didn’t exactly go with it. That’s not an uncommon way to find yourself suddenly lost in the Canadian bush, either. Every year, dozens of people get separated from their dogsleds just like this, and believe it or not, we didn’t stage that.”
    Ty glanced at the dark woods surrounding them, the even grayness of the sky above. Great flakes of sticky snow clung to his eyebrows and sideburns and flew into his face, making him squint. “We’re out of simulation mode now, I’m afraid, and right up against it in a proper survival situation. How’s that for a season finale? I wish I could tell you I knew how far I am from our safety crew’s camp, but I can’t. I think it’s about one o’clock now, and if I don’t come across them in the next couple hours, I’m going to have to change strategies and start working on a shelter. It looks like there could be a nasty late-season storm coming through. It’s not just me trapped out here, either,” he added, pointing to the camera. “The crew’s here, too, obviously, and I’m not taking any risks with their safety.”
    Ty paused so the commentary could be cut cleanly during editing before he continued. “What you at home didn’t see,” he said to the lens, “was that my camerawoman andproduction assistant, Kate Somersby, finally let me kiss her after two years of torturous cock-blocking.”
    â€œTwo and a half,” Kate corrected after a pause, against her better judgment.
    â€œTwo and a half, my fact-checker is telling me. I can say for the record now that she tastes like honey and some sort of exotic spice.”
    â€œThat’s just my tea.” She tried to mask how shy he was making her feel, keeping the camera pressed to her eye, a shield against the intimacy he was trying to draw her into.
    Ty continued his narration. “And when she ran her fingers through my hair, I wanted to pin her against that tree and make her beg me to take her.”
    â€œStop it.” Kate halted and lowered the camera. Strange energy twitched in the nest of nerves in her lower belly. “Don’t joke about that.”
    â€œI’m not.”
    She resumed walking so she wouldn’t have to face him.
    â€œI wouldn’t joke about that. I’ve wanted that for too bloody long to find it funny.”
    â€œSounded like a joke to me,” she snapped.
    â€œI’m sorry, then. But it’s not.”
    â€œFine. Just keep it to yourself. I don’t feel that way about you.”
    â€œNo?” For once there was no tease in Ty’s voice, just resounding, questioning disappointment.
    â€œNo. Believe it or not, at least one straight woman on this planet isn’t looking to melt into a puddle just because the great Dom Tyler deigned to kiss her.”
    Ty’s eyebrows knitted. “Well, don’t make me sound like a colossal wanker about it.”
    â€œCheck your track record, Ty. Milk keeps longer than your relationships, and I’m not exactly gunning to be the nextthing that goes sour for you. Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I’m your partner and your friend. And your employee.”
    â€œYou’re also the woman who lets me crawl into her bed in the middle of the night.”
    She pursed her lips. “This show has to go on, Ty. Which means you have to sleep on occasion. Which means I do what I need to to make that happen.”
    â€œYou care about this show a lot, don’t you?” Ty asked.
    Kate nodded, not meeting his eyes.
    â€œWhat’s the most important part of it, to you?”
    How thoroughly it lets me avoid cultivating actual relationships and putting down roots. “I just like being a part of something, Ty. I like being useful and needed and depended on.”
    Ty was quiet for a while and when he spoke, he sounded older. Tired. “I need to