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change a few things about your job description, Kate.”
    Her blood chilled. She wiped the melting snowflakes from her eyelashes and looked at him, wary. “What do you mean?”
    â€œI think you should stay home from now on. From the excursions.”
    Kate felt her heart race into overdrive, this pronouncement infinitely more terrifying than any survival scenario she’d ever come along for. Her brain supplied words Ty hadn’t actually spoken, filled them in from a script she’d been living out her entire life. I don’t need you. I’m leaving you behind. All at once, she was ready to flee and cry and scream and attack.
    She shook her head, awestruck, grasping for control of her temper. “You can’t do that, Ty.”
    â€œI have to after what just happened.”
    â€œAre you firing me?”
    â€œI didn’t say that. I’m just saying you’re off filming. Youcan keep the rest of your job, just not this.” Ty waved his arm to encompass the dreary landscape.
    Kate felt a tightness in her chest, a sensation of suffocating dread. “No. No. You can’t just…ditch me.” She heard the old Kate in those words and cringed at how needy she sounded.
    â€œIt’s not ditching. It’s just… This can’t ever happen again, Kate. I’m sorry. Everything else you do for me, you can still do that. But once we get back and start producing the next season, I’m not letting you be a part of the shoots.”
    â€œWhat, you’ll just do it all by yourself?”
    â€œMaybe…or I’ll hire somebody. Somebody…” Ty trailed off, eyes focused over Kate’s shoulder as though the words he sought were hovering behind her.
    â€œWhat? Somebody better trained?” she demanded. “Somebody competent, or—”
    â€œNo, just not you, okay?”
    â€œYou can’t do this, Ty.” The pleading quality had hijacked her voice again and Kate felt another pang of disgust. She hated herself for turning so suddenly pathetic, hated Ty for having the power to make her this way. “You just can’t do this.”
    Ty smiled, tight and sad. “It’s my show. I think you’ll find I can.”
    That proclamation drove a spike into Kate’s heart, and before she could stop them, words were tumbling out of her, shrill with anger. “I can’t believe you’re being this selfish.”
    â€œNot wanting you to get hurt is selfish, suddenly?”
    â€œThis is my life! This show is my life .”
    He huffed out a frustrated sigh and shook his head in a patronizing way that brought Kate’s blood to a rolling boil. She stopped and set the camera on its case in the snow, rubbed her face.
    He halted a few paces ahead and turned. Kate couldn’t make out his expression through the heavy flakes. “We have to keep moving, Katie. And we need to stay close. The visibility’s going to hell.”
    She barely heard the words. She was six months ahead of the present, picturing herself waving goodbye to Ty as he left for the next season’s locations, left her behind, left whatever it was they were together behind without looking back. See you, Kate. I’ll send you a postcard.
    â€œKate?”
    She shook her head, tried to clear it, but succeeded only in scrambling the pain and hurt, redoubling it. All the emotions she usually blocked out were finding weak spots, poking through the holes in her armor.
    â€œI’m not changing my mind on this, Kate. I’m sorry.”
    That last word shoved her right over the edge and Kate found herself doing the only thing that felt right—she strode forward and pushed him. A harmless shove, then another that sent him back a step. Then a flurry of angry, ineffective fists to his chest. Ty let it go on for a few seconds and then grabbed her wrists and steadied her.
    â€œKate, stop.”
    â€œTake back what you said—about gutting my job