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Instead, I was thinking about when Greer would call.

Greer Baird isnotfor you.

I quickly lifted my beer and drank it.

CHAPTER THREE

Greer

“Get those supplies roped down.” The wind whipped at my face, tearing at my hair and clothes.

The storm had come in fast. The wind was so strong that I was struggling to stay on my feet. My team and I were trying to secure all the construction supplies.

Everyone hurried around the dam wall, tying gear down and carrying crates into storage. The crane had been secured, and I hoped it didn’t rip free. I glanced over at it, and watched it rocking in the wind.

Lightning flared through the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Even though I knew it was afternoon, it looked like night had fallen. The water looked dark and menacing, the tips of it flicked up into a frenzy. Overhead, the clouds boiled.

I pulled a mesh net over some boxes and clicked it down.

A cry pierced the deafening roar of the wind. Whipping around, I watched boxes tumbling down off the wall and into the water.

Dammit.

Pushing against the wind, I headed in that direction. There was another flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder. I saw one of my engineers—I could tell it was Travis by his tall, lanky body and the hat he always wore—fighting against the wind.

Then the rain started.

It pelted down and I was drenched in an instant. Great, just great. I swiped water out of my eyes. Visibility turned to crap. I held my arm up, shielding my face.

I pushed on, and almost collided with one of my other engineers, Sam. He was fighting to get a rope tied over some crates. I rushed to help him, blocking one crate from sliding away with my hip.

“The storm wasn’t forecast to be this bad,” Sam yelled. His blonde hair was stuck to his head.

“Secure the gear, then we need to get everyone inside.”

Suddenly, the rope flew out of his hand, flopping around. Together, we grabbed at it.

“Where’s Travis?” I yelled. “I just saw him here.”

“I don’t know. He was going to get more rope.”

Together, Sam and I got the rope tied down.

I straightened and scanned the wall. “Travis? Travis?”

There was no answer, only more thunder. I doubted he’d be able to hear me, even if he was right beside me. A crack of lightning illuminated the top of the wall. I didn’t see anybody.

Where was he?

“Greer! Look!”

At Sam’s shout, I spun. A coiled rope lay on the ground at the edge of the dam wall. Beside it, were Travis’ hat and communicator. The man loved his stupid, beaten-up straw hat.

What the hell?I scanned the water.

“Do you think he fell?” Sam’s voice was filled with worry.

My heart pounded in my chest. I hoped not. “Travis!”

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