Ranger's Justice. Lara Lacombe
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Название: Ranger's Justice
Автор: Lara Lacombe
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Heroes
isbn: 9781474079327
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“When would you like to go?” He sounded reluctant even to his own ears, but if Rebecca noticed his tone, she didn’t react to it.
“Today, if possible.”
Quinn’s eyebrows shot up and he ran his gaze over her attire again, this time evaluating her appearance for hiking. “Uh, do you have any hiking experience?”
She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “A little. Why? Is there a problem?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Not necessarily. But I found the first woman off an advanced trail. It’ll take us several hours to get there, and the terrain is pretty rugged. It’s not the kind of hike you take on a whim.”
“What about the second victim?”
“That trail is more accessible—it’s rated moderate in difficulty. We can probably do that today, but we need to do some prep work first.”
“I have a few water bottles in my car,” Rebecca offered.
Quinn smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks. “That’s a good start, but there’s a bit more to it. Were you planning on wearing that?” He gestured to her jeans and sneakers.
She looked down and frowned. “Is there something wrong with my clothes?”
“You’ll want to wear pants, but jeans are too heavy. A lighter fabric will breathe and won’t absorb so much of the sun’s rays. The tennis shoes aren’t ideal, but I don’t think you’ll want to try breaking in new boots for this.”
“Okay...”
“And we’ll need to get you a pack.”
“A pack?” she asked.
Quinn nodded. “For your water, some food, sunscreen, flashlight, emergency blanket and a first-aid kit.”
“I see.”
“And a hat,” he added. “You’ll probably want sunglasses, too.”
Rebecca’s expression was one of resignation. “This isn’t going to be as easy as I’d hoped.”
“I was a Boy Scout growing up,” Quinn explained. “And what kind of park ranger would I be if I didn’t insist on taking safety precautions before we set out?”
“Where can I get this stuff?” she asked on a sigh.
“I have a spare pack at home,” he said. “But we’ll need to head into town to get you the right pants.”
“Let’s go, then. I don’t want to lose any more time than necessary.”
It didn’t take long to reach the feed store. She spent the drive in the passenger seat, typing out a message to Frank, telling him of her plans to go out on the trail with Quinn. She told him she’d check in by 9:00 pm, just as a precaution. Having taken care of that, Quinn led her inside the store and pointed out the style of pants she should buy. Rebecca tried on her size and, satisfied with the result, ripped off the tag and brought it to the register.
“Might as well wear them out,” she said. She grabbed a second pair and looked at Quinn. “What else do I need?”
He picked up a wide-brimmed hat and set it on top of the pants. “This’ll do. I have everything else.”
She paid for everything and they returned to the car. “My apartment isn’t far,” he said quietly.
He directed her to a small complex near the edge of the town and led her up a flight of stairs to a door on the second floor. Rebecca glanced around, surprised at the beauty of the view. “You can see the mountains from here,” she remarked.
Quinn glanced behind him as he unlocked the door. “Yeah. It’s especially pretty at sunrise and sunset.”
He walked inside, holding the door so she could follow. She stepped into the living room and saw the kitchen off to the right. A short hall extended to the left, where she assumed his bedroom was.
“Bathroom is just that way,” he said, indicating the hall with a nod. “If you need it.”
She didn’t, but it gave her an excuse to snoop. “Thanks.” She headed down the hall as he opened a closet door in the living room and began to rummage inside. Satisfied he was occupied, she risked a quick glance into his bedroom. Nothing fancy; she noted a bed and a side table sporting a lamp and a framed picture.
His wife, she guessed. It was too far away for her to make out the image, but who else would it be?
She ducked into the bathroom, which was small but clean. She reached for the mirrored cabinet hanging on the wall, then hesitated. It felt wrong to invade Quinn’s privacy by snooping in his medicine cabinet, but she needed to know if he was taking anything that might make him an unreliable source. Pushing aside the hint of guilt, she opened the cabinet and was greeted with the sight of nothing special. His toothbrush, toothpaste and razor were there, along with a few bottles of ibuprofen and an over-the-counter allergy medication. Certainly nothing that suggested drug abuse, or any physical or mental health issues. It was possible he kept medication in his bedside table drawer, but from what she saw here, Quinn appeared to be a healthy man. It all fit with the results of his background check—by all reports, Quinn was a law-abiding guy who had never been in trouble with the authorities.
She quietly closed the cabinet, then flushed the toilet and ran the faucet to make it sound like she’d used the facilities. She stepped back into the hall and headed for the living room to find Quinn sitting on the floor, two backpacks in front of him. He had opened one and was methodically going through the supplies, apparently double-checking the contents against a mental list.
“Mind if I get something to drink?”
He shook his head, not bothering to look up. “There’s bottled water in the fridge. Grab me one, too, please. We need to start hydrating before we set out.”
Rebecca headed into the kitchen, noting it was just as tidy as the bathroom. No dishes cluttered the sink, and aside from a coffee maker, the counters were bare. She opened the fridge, half-expecting it to be empty. But it was stocked with a variety of fruits and vegetables, along with a gallon of milk, some juice and a few condiments. There was a full six-pack of beer shoved to the back of the shelf, which told her Quinn wasn’t much of a drinker. She found the water and grabbed two bottles, then headed back into the living room.
Quinn was packing up the first bag and as she walked over, he zipped it closed and reached for the second pack. He hesitated a brief second, then opened it and began the inventory process again.
“Everything okay?” she asked. She settled onto the rug across from him and took a sip of water. She felt her eyes grow wide as he pulled an impressive assortment of gear from the small bag.
“Yep.” СКАЧАТЬ