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definitely wasn’t homesick. On the other hand, he was pretty sick of being there. He started to work his way around the SUV toward the driver’s side. He could see at least two flat tires, and the right front fender didn’t look too great either. If the axle was damaged, they’d need a new car.
    Or a helicopter. All of this was going to add a few thousand to the budget for Finding Mr. Right . Maybe Fairstein would decide to just leave them on their own. On the other hand, Ronnie was here and the show wasn’t going anywhere without her.
    He took hold of the door handle on the driver’s side and tugged. Nothing happened. “Is it unlocked?”
    Monica nodded, moving out from under the slowly deflating airbag. “I think so. It looks like it’s jammed. I’ll push, you pull.” She propped her shoulder against her side of the door.
    Paul gave another jerk, bracing his foot against the front wheel. The door groaned and then popped open, sending him backward onto his ass in a clump of wild strawberries.
    Monica climbed from her seat, sighing. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
    “Yeah. Not your fault.” He stood up again, brushing crushed strawberries off the seat of his jeans.
    The other doors began to open slowly, all except Ronnie’s, which was jammed against the side of the culvert. Billy Joe leaned through the driver’s side door, extending his hand. “Come on, princess. Climb on out of there.”
    Ronnie gave him a tentative smile, then took his hand and let him pull her across the seat while Brendan looked as if he’d like to eviscerate him. Faisal held up his video camera, shaking his head dolefully.
    Monica sighed again, punching a number into her cell.
    “Look,” Ronnie cried, pointing toward the far side of the meadow.
    Brendan hurried forward. “What? Where? Is something wrong?”
    “No, there. Look there!”
    A large mule deer ambled across the open meadow, flicking its ears in their direction. It seemed remarkably unimpressed by the bedraggled bunch of humans invading its territory.
    Brendan shook his head. “What about it?”
    Ronnie stared up at him, her great brown eyes suddenly wide. “Bambi,” she said. “It’s Bambi—the deer I saw just before Monica wrecked the car. He’s still here.”
    For one of the few times in his recent life, Paul wished he had a twelve-gauge available. Just as well he didn’t have one since he might have used it on Ronnie rather than Bambi.

Chapter Six
    Monica sat on a boulder at the side of the road and contemplated ways of dealing with the disaster looming before her. The rental agency had told her to call the automobile club. The dispatcher at the automobile club had said they’d send a tow truck from Salt Box, which was apparently nearby. She vaguely remembered Paul mentioning the place. Now she had to call Glenn Donovan, which would probably not be the highlight of an already lowlight kind of day.
    Maybe Glenn could send another car for them. She had no idea how close they were to Elkhorn Run, but surely there was somebody available to ferry them the rest of the way. Of course she might not be included in that them . It would be just like Glenn to leave her in Salt Box to take care of the car repairs and deal with the rental agency.
    On the other hand, given that she’d be free of Ronnie, she wouldn’t be too crestfallen if she ended up spending a few days by herself in Salt Box, Colorado. Assuming they had a hotel with hot water and no bedbugs, of course.
    She punched in Glenn’s number and shifted on her rock, trying to keep her butt from falling asleep.
    “McKellar,” he snapped. “Where the hell are you?”
    She pushed her bangs back from her eyes. “We had an accident on the highway, went off the road and ended up halfway into a culvert at the side. Everybody’s okay, but the car isn’t drivable. I’ve contacted the rental place and the automobile club, but you’ll probably need to send another car to get Ronnie the rest of the way to the