She wouldn’t dare find herself close to him again, not alone. Apparently she had as little control around him as she’d had around Adam. Renewed focus on her job, on her debt to her parents, was all she’d let drive her now. After a quick tour of an untamed portion of the property, she arrived back at her camp to find a note tacked to the door of her cabin. She recognized the handwriting and a thrill of excitement struck her. It was from Dr. Robbins. She’d compiled and delivered her report on the scrub buckwheat to the Institute several days earlier, and knew the Advisory Council had met last night. She’d hardly slept, and for once in the past ten days it had nothing to do with Rick. Everything rode on the Council’s decision. In her estimation anyway. She wiped her palms on her shorts and plucked the note from the door. She tore it open and read the contents. Twice. Oh. She closed her eyes. Oh! The plant had been downgraded to threatened. She let out a whoop. “Eriogonum longifolium, var.
