Her Hero in Hiding. Rachel Lee

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “It’ll stop. Just wait a few seconds before you open your eyes again.”

      She followed his suggestion, and when she looked at him again, her gaze remained steady.

      “Cocoa?” he asked. “Or a bun? Or should I get the chicken broth?”

      She hesitated, then said, “Cocoa sounds better.”

      Pushing the tray to one side, he sat on the low table and faced her, passing her a mug. She cradled it in both hands, though he couldn’t tell whether she was seeking the warmth or worried it might spin away. Then she sipped, and her expression told him it was okay. He didn’t need to run for a bucket. The cocoa would stay down.

      Relieved, he reached for his own mug. “So what happened?” he asked finally.

      “My … boyfriend.”

      His ire rose. “Your boyfriend did this to you?”

      “My ex. Yes.” She sighed and closed her eyes a moment. Her hands trembled, and he almost reached to take the mug from her.

      “I can’t remember much,” she offered hesitantly. “It’s all mixed up.”

      “That’s okay.” He tried to sound reassuring. “Concussions do that.” And trauma, but he didn’t add that. What was the point? Words wouldn’t change her situation.

      “Thank you,” she said finally.

      “For what? I haven’t done much.”

      The corners of her mouth quivered, a sight that distressed him. Crying women were not his forte.

      “For saving me,” she said simply. “Thank you for saving me.”

      That was when he knew his troubles were just beginning.

Chapter 2

      Wrapped around the mug of cocoa, Kay’s fingers began to warm. At first they burned and tingled painfully, but then they began to feel normal again. She sipped the hot cocoa gratefully and glanced at the man who had retreated to the easy chair on the other side of the coffee table. Somehow that retreat made him seem even safer.

      “Where am I?” she asked finally.

      “On my ranch,” he replied. “About twenty-five miles outside of Conard City, Wyoming.”

      “Wyoming?” The thought shocked her. How had she come to be so far from home? Had she really been trapped for that long? “I live in Texas!”

      His face seemed to stiffen a bit, but she wasn’t a hundred percent sure. Reading him was like reading runes—apparently you had to know the language. “That’s a long way,” he said finally. “You want to tell me what happened?”

      “I can’t … right now.” Her mind recoiled from the memories, unwilling to remember the nightmare. “I can’t,” she said again, her heart accelerating.

      “That’s okay,” he said soothingly. “I don’t need to know. It can wait.”

      That was a pretty generous statement coming from a man who had picked her up off the roadside and welcomed her into his home. She felt she had to offer him something. “I ran,” she said finally. “We were at a rest stop and he thought I was unconscious, and when he went inside, I ran. I ran …” Her voice trailed off, and she closed her eyes.

      “You ran a helluva distance,” he said. “The nearest rest stop I can think of is about nine miles from where I found you.”

      “I run marathons,” she said simply.

      A soft oath escaped him. She looked at him then, and there was no mistaking the anger on his face. She wanted to shrink and hide, but there was no place to go, not now.

      But moments later his face settled back into impassivity. Of course, he wasn’t mad at her, she thought. Not like him. This was a different man, one who was trying to help her. He had been nothing but kind.

      “So you’re from Texas,” he said presently. “I spent some time there, years ago, mostly in Killeen.”

      She started. “Really? That’s where I’m from.”

      “Small world sometimes.”

      “Or very big.” Her words seemed to hang on the air. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d meant, except that maybe now the world seemed more threatening than it had before Kevin. Into her small world, evil had come, a kind of evil she had once thought would never intersect with her life.

      “Yeah,” he said presently, “it can be.”

      As if he understood. Perhaps he did.

      “I … tried to get away from him,” she offered. God, it was so hard to speak of it. “He kept following. I moved three times, and he found me every time, and now …” Her voice broke. She couldn’t continue.

      “You’re away from him now.”

      “Yes. Now.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “But for how long?”

      For a long time there was no sound but the crackling fire and keening wind. Then he asked, “You moved three times? Different towns?”

      “Different states.”

      He swore. She jerked her head back, feeling the inescapable stab of fear, then relaxed when he didn’t move a muscle.

      “That’s bad,” he said quietly.

      “You can’t hide anymore,” she said. “Not anymore. Not with the Internet.”

      “So it seems. And restraining orders might as well be written on toilet paper.”

      “You can’t get one when you move to a new state. The judge asks where your proof is that he’ll follow you. So the last time I didn’t even try.”

      He shook his head. “By the time the restraining order is broken, you’re already in too much trouble for it to do you much good.”

      “Yeah. I’ve learned that the hard way.” She bit her lip, still clinging to the cocoa mug as if it were a lifeline. “That’s why I don’t want to let anyone know where I am. He’ll find me. He always does.”

      He nodded but didn’t say anything. She watched his stony face, trying to read something there, but couldn’t. He was a man, and she ought to be frightened because Kevin had indelibly taught her that no matter how nice a guy might seem at first, he could turn into a monster.

      But Clint Ardmore didn’t know her yet. She was new to him, so regardless of what kind of man he might be, it was still too early to have to fear him. And she would be gone before it reached that point.

      At least that was what she needed to believe.

      “Okay,” СКАЧАТЬ