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He rose to his feet, and Abby began shivering once more. She felt cold and bereft, but obviously he was right. They had to find shelter, and they should not stay here to continue what had been so impetuously begun.
They said little as they picked their way over water-soaked sand, slippery rocks, and patches of mud as Mike led her along the mountainside. She carried her wet bonnet. Now and then they had to traverse wide, but fortunately shallow, rivulets that had fed the gushing stream below. The sky lightened as the storm clouds finished their passage above, then darkened again as the day waned. Luckily they had nearly reached the other end of the gorge before the wash had flooded, for their progress was slow.
Abby could not still her thoughts as Mike and she trudged forward. She had behaved so uncharacteristically, so wantonly. What must Mike Danziger think of her?
Yet she knew her reaction had been involuntaryperhaps predestined. Her special sense was telling her that she was where she needed to be, that something extraordinary had happenedand that something even more remarkable was yet to come.
She sneaked glances at Mike as they walked. He was quite good-looking despite the way he unnerved her by scowling each time their gazes met. The hollows at his cheeks lent him a haunted appearance, emphasized by eyes as gray and stormy as the clouds still scudding above.
She had met few men who exceeded her un-

 
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