Her Hero in Hiding. Rachel Lee

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СКАЧАТЬ wind hammered the windows, making them rattle behind the curtains, and she looked around uneasily. Kevin had to know she had taken off running. He might have wondered if she had been picked up along the road, maybe by a long-distance trucker, but he probably wouldn’t have wondered for long. The roads had been deserted, maybe because of the approaching storm, and the stop had been a brief one, brief enough that she had heard him shouting her name in the distance as she hid in a thicket of trees before dashing off again.

      No, he wouldn’t know which way she’d gone, but he’d probably figured out pretty quickly that she wasn’t running along the highway. That would have been the first thing he checked.

      So he might stay in the area, looking for her.

      Regardless, she couldn’t afford to have her name turn up in a police blotter or anywhere else he could find it by means of the Internet.

      So what now?

      The question loomed darkly, without answers. Finally she pushed it away, promising herself she would think about it in the morning, after the throbbing in her head eased and her thoughts cleared.

      Because right now even she could tell she was far from being at her best.

      A male voice called her name sharply, and she started. “What?”

      She looked around and saw Clint sitting on the coffee table again. The mug was no longer in her hands.

      “You’ve been sleeping about half an hour,” he said.

      “I didn’t even realize I’d dozed off.”

      He nodded. “You’re exhausted. But we still have to watch out for that concussion. Sorry, but I’m going to make this a long night for you.”

      “I understand.” She did. Moving carefully, she tried to sit up, but the room tilted and spun so much that she had to close her eyes.

      “Do you need something?”

      “The bathroom. But I’m dizzy.”

      “Let me help you. Keep your eyes closed.”

      She expected him to take her arm, help her to her feet and guide her. But instead he lifted her from the couch like a doll and carried her. She definitely did not like that. She hated being reminded that he was so much stronger than she was. It was all she could do not to fight him as fear grabbed her anew.

      But then he let her feet slide to the floor and steadied her with an arm around her waist.

      “Wait a minute,” he said, “then open your eyes.”

      She did as he suggested, and when she opened her eyes the room appeared stable. It was a small bathroom, just the essentials, with little extra room.

      “This is the most dangerous room in the house,” he reminded her. “Don’t move quickly, don’t turn or tip your head, and hang on to something every time you move. If you get dizzy, just holler. I’ll be right outside the door.”

      “Thanks.”

      With care and extreme caution, she managed to take care of her needs, but when it came time to walk to the door, she felt unsteady enough to call out.

      “Clint?”

      He entered swiftly, offering immediate support. “Let me carry you,” he said this time. “The sweatpants could trip you.”

      So it hadn’t just been an exercise of male dominance when he had lifted her before. Relieved, she didn’t argue, and this time she felt no fear when he picked her up. He laid her back on the sofa as if she were fragile enough to shatter.

      “How’s your head?”

      “Still aching,” she admitted.

      “I’m sorry I can’t give you aspirin. But with a concussion, that could be dangerous. And I don’t have anything else.”

      “That’s all right. It’s reminding me I’m still alive.”

      Something flickered across his face, so quickly that she couldn’t quite read it. She suspected that stoniness would make him a difficult man to deal with. At least with Kevin she had always known just what kind of trouble was on the horizon, even if she couldn’t stop it or escape it.

      “Can I get you anything?” he asked. “Food? Soup? A drink?”

      “I’m really thirsty,” she admitted. “Would you mind? Ginger ale?”

      “Not a problem.”

      She let her head rest against the pillow, listening to the hammering storm outside. The thick log walls protected them from most of it, but through the closed windows she could hear the keening of the wind, and sometimes the glass rattled before the strength of it. Not even Kevin, she assured herself, could be out looking for her in this. Thank God.

      But what was she going to do when it passed? With no identification or money, or even her debit card, how could she start running again? Fear and grief grabbed her in as tight a grip as the throbbing headache, and for a few seconds she couldn’t even draw a breath. Never before had he trapped her quite this effectively. Always before she’d been able to gather enough resources to run again.

      Well, she would find a way, she promised herself. She always had before.

      “You’re going to be all right.”

      She moved her eyes slowly until she could see Clint standing beside her, holding out a tall glass of ginger ale. For a moment he seemed to swim, then the world stabilized again. “Thanks.” She reached out and took the glass, and only then realized that she needed to sit up straighter to drink.

      Clint apparently saw the problem at the same instant she realized it. He took the glass back and bent to help her sit up against the pillow. “I guess I must be tired,” he said. “Missing the obvious.”

      “Do you never miss the obvious?”

      “I miss very little.” An edge in his tone warned her away, though from what she didn’t know. Silently, she accepted the glass back.

      He rounded the coffee table and sat in the easy chair on the other side. A book lay open on the end table, and he picked it up to start reading again. Apparently he didn’t feel like conversing.

      Which ordinarily would have been fine, but Kay discovered her own thoughts scared her. She didn’t want to be alone inside her own head. But how could you converse with a man who was doing a passable imitation of a brick wall?

      A native caution when dealing with men kept her silent. She didn’t want to irritate this man. From his size and strength, he could present an even bigger threat than Kevin, even though he hadn’t done a thing to indicate he might be that kind of person.

      She sipped her ginger ale, and a sigh escaped her. At once he spoke.

      “Are you all right?”

      “Just unhappy with my thoughts.”

      “I can understand.”

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