Luke Taylor has grown weary of finding dead bodies. As a twenty-year veteran of the Bureau of Criminal Investigations for the New York State Troopers, he feels like he’s seen it all. Maybe it’s time to retire and move him and his son out of his beloved Adirondack Mountains. Luke decides that a road trip will do them both some good. Making their way south to explore the Carolinas, they stop for a side journey and late lunch at a diner in the fabled town of Woodstock, when Luke’s ever-present cell phone starts vibrating on his belt. Reluctant to take the call from his office, his professional guilt kicks in. Freak, will I ever get away? But his attitude changes quickly when he finds out that a six-year old child is missing from a primitive campsite in Northern Columbia County, less than 60 miles north-east of where he was sitting. On the way to Valatie, Luke calls his friend, and renown Search and Rescue tracker, Kara Maloney. Not only was the search area practically in her backyard, but there was no one better to help find this child than her. Then Luke’s plans to move south get put on ice when he reconnects with Kara’s friend, Robin Singer, a quick-witted woman with ginger-blonde curls that tease him with every giggle. Not to mention her corn flower blue eyes that he gets blissfully lost in while wondering what her delicate lips will feel like. Widowed five years before she meets the handsome trooper working with her friend, Robin grapples to resist the quick smile that softens his ruggedly chiseled features. With hazel eyes, close cropped blonde hair, and a derriere that wonderfully filled his tight jeans, this cop looked more like a mid-west cowboy than a northern New York woodsman. Robin lets her fantasies play in her head but, ultimately must make a choice based upon what is best for her two young sons, a struggle that Luke is also intimately familiar with.