Lone Defender. Shirlee McCoy

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СКАЧАТЬ throbbed with energy and life; creatures moving in the darkness. Slithering, creeping, jumping creatures.

      Were there wildcats in the desert?

      Skylar didn’t know, and she didn’t want to find out.

      Something shifted in the blackness, a deep shadow against the darkness. She blinked and it was gone, leaving nothing but a stillness that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Something was out there. Something that was stalking her through the blackness. Skylar was as sure of that as she was of anything.

      Something or someone.

      Maybe the guy who’d left her to die had returned to make sure she’d done so.

      She crouched low, not taking her eyes off the spot where the shadow had been, her hand skimming the ground. A weapon. Any weapon. That’s what she needed.

      But there was nothing.

      No thick tree branches.

      No heavy rocks.

      She grabbed a fistful of dirt, her heart thumping a hard irregular beat, the desert pulsing with tension from something she couldn’t see, but knew was there. Endless seconds passed, each moment a lifetime.

       Please, God, let it be my imagination.

      A figure appeared inches from where she crouched, stepping from blackness so suddenly Skylar was sure he’d disappear just as quickly.

      She reached out, her fingers brushing a leather boot.

      Real.

       He was real.

      “Skylar Grady?” His voice was smooth and deep, and Skylar didn’t bother asking what he wanted. No way was this guy part of a search-and-rescue team. If he were, he wouldn’t be alone. She jerked back, letting the handful of dirt fly before breaking into a sprint. Endless desert stretched out around her with no hope of rescue or safety. She knew it, but she ran anyway.

       Please, Lord, get me out of this alive. Please.

       Please.

       Please.

      The prayer chanted through her mind, matching pace with the frantic thrum of her pulse. Something snagged her shirt, pulled her back and she went fighting, swinging her fists the same way she had when she’d been a runty freshman in a high school overflowing with drug dealers and gang members.

      “Cool it, Grady. I’m not in the mood to have my face beaten in.” The command barely registered, and she swung again, her fist connecting with a rock-hard jaw.

      “I said cool it.” There was no heat in his words, and he grabbed her arm, pulling it behind her back with just enough pressure to hold her still.

      “Let me go!” She stepped back, trying to unbalance him and loosen his grip, but he was as solid and unmoving as a mountain.

      “I’m thinking your boss wouldn’t be happy if I did that. Neither would I. I’ve lost and found your trail a dozen times these past couple days. I lose it again, and you may be lost for good.”

      “My boss?” She stilled, her heart beating too rapidly, her breath spilling out in great heaving gasps.

      “Kane Dougherty. He’s an old college friend. He called me the day before yesterday. Asked me to take part in the search-and-rescue operation that was launched to find you.” His grip loosened, his hand smoothing up her arm and resting against her neck. “Take a deep breath, before you keel over.”

      “I’m not going to keel over.” But she inhaled deeply, trying to force her racing heart to slow.

      “I’m not sure I believe you. You’ve been out here for six days. That’s a long time.” His hand dropped away, and then he was in front of her, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

      “Long enough for people to stop looking for me. I haven’t seen a search plane in two days, and then it was too far away to see me. I thought for sure I was going to have to find my own way out of here.” She dropped onto the ground, relief making her light-headed.

      Maybe she was going to pass out.

      “They haven’t stopped looking, they’ve just scaled back.”

      “Because they’re looking for a body?” It made sense, but that didn’t mean she wanted to hear it.

      “It happens all the time. People drive into the desert to take pictures of the scenery, and they don’t realize how unforgiving the terrain is. They get lost or hurt, and they run out of supplies.”

      “Look, buddy—”

      “Jonas. Sampson.”

      “Look, Jonas, I didn’t drive myself out here. Someone drove me. I didn’t choose to go on a six-day sojourn. Someone else decided to send me on one.”

      “Who?”

      “I don’t know, but as soon as I get back to civilization, I plan to find out.”

      “You didn’t see him?”

      “I didn’t see anything. I was out cold.”

      “Then, I guess the next question would be, ‘Why?'”

      “That’s another thing I plan to find out once I get back to Cave Creek. So, how about we get in your jeep or truck or whatever you rode in on and get out of here?” She shivered, adrenaline fading and leaving her colder than she’d ever felt before.

      “Sorry. No truck. No jeep. I track people on foot. Makes it easier to follow their trail.”

      “You’re kidding, right?”

      “No. Here.” He crouched beside her, slid out of his backpack and pulled a jacket from it. “You’d better put this on. It’s going to get a lot colder.”

      “Thanks.” She put on the jacket, tried to zip it closed, but her hands were clumsy from too many days with no food.

      “Let me.” Jonas brushed her fingers away, his knuckles skimming her jaw as he pulled up the collar around her neck. Warmth lingered where his hands had been, and Skylar could feel it seeping into her.

      Surprised, she shifted away, trying to see him through the blackness. Dark hair that was a little long and a little shaggy. High cheekbones. Eyes that could have been any color. He looked like an ancient warrior, and for a moment she wondered if she’d imagined the feel of boot leather, the conversation, even the scent of soap that hung in the air.

      She reached toward him, realized what she was about to do and let her hand drop away.

      “You okay?” he asked, and she nodded.

      “Fine.”

      “Good. There’s a storm blowing in, and we need to find shelter for the night.” He offered a hand and pulled her upright.

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