Jeopardy. Linda Howard

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      “I’ll wait until it’s cooler to get the rest,” he said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Let’s have half of one of your nutrition bars now, and I’ll try to get a rabbit for dinner.”

      She rallied enough to give him a look of mock dismay. “You’d eat Peter Cottontail?”

      “I’d eat the Easter Bunny right now, if I could catch him.”

      He was trying to make her laugh. She appreciated his effort, but she couldn’t quite shake off the depression that had seized her when her last hope of getting out of here quickly had evaporated.

      She had lost her appetite, but she dug out one of the nutrition bars and halved it, though she hid the fact that Chance’s “half” was bigger than hers. He was bigger; he needed more. They ate their spartan little meal standing up, staring out at the bleached tones of the canyon. “Drink all the water you want,” he urged. “The heat dehydrates you even in the shade.”

      Obediently she drank a bottle of water; she needed it to get the nutrition bar down. Each bite felt as if it was getting bigger and bigger in her mouth, making it difficult to swallow. She resorted to taking only nibbles, and got it down that way.

      After they ate, Chance made a small circle of rocks, piled in some sticks and leaves, both fresh and dead, and built a fire. Soon a thin column of smoke was floating out of the canyon. It took him no more than five minutes to accomplish, but when he came back under the overhang his shirt was damp with sweat.

      She handed him a bottle of water, and he drank deeply, at the same time reaching out a strong arm and hooking it around her waist. He drew her close and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, nothing more, just held her comfortingly. She put her arms around him and clung, desperately needing his strength right now. She hadn’t had anyone to lean on in a long time; she had always had to be the strong one. She had tried so hard to stay on top of things, to plan for every conceivable glitch, but she hadn’t thought to plan for this, and now she had no idea what to do.

      “I have to think of something,” she said aloud.

      “Shh. All we have to do is stay alive. That’s the most important thing.”

      He was right, of course. She couldn’t do anything about Margreta now. This damn canyon had saved their lives yesterday, but it had become a prison from which she couldn’t escape. She had to play the hand with the cards that had been dealt to her and not let depression sap her strength. She had to hope Margreta wouldn’t do anything foolish, just go to ground somewhere. How she would ever find her again she didn’t know, but she could deal with that if she just knew her sister was alive and safe somewhere.

      “Do you have family who will worry?” he asked.

      God, that went to the bone! She shook her head. She had family, but Margreta wouldn’t worry; she would simply assume the worst.

      “What about you?” she asked, realizing she had fallen halfway in love with the man and didn’t know a thing about him.

      He shook his head. “C’mon, let’s sit down.” With nothing to use for a seat, they simply sat on the ground. “I’ll take two of the seats out of the plane this afternoon, so we’ll be more comfortable,” he said. “In answer to your question, no, I don’t have anyone. My folks are dead, and I don’t have any brothers or sisters. There’s an uncle somewhere, on my dad’s side, and my mom had some cousins, but we never kept in touch.”

      “That’s sad. Family should stay together.” If they could, she added silently. “Where did you grow up?”

      “All over. Dad wasn’t exactly known for his ability to keep a job. What about your folks?”

      She was silent for a moment, then sighed. “I was adopted. They were good people. I still miss them.” She drew a design in the dirt with her finger. “When we didn’t show up in Seattle last night, would someone have notified the FAA?”

      “They’re probably already searching. The problem is, first they’ll search the area I should have been over when I filed my flight plan.”

      “We were off course?” she asked faintly. It just kept getting worse and worse.

      “We went off course looking for a place to land. But if anyone is searching this area, eventually he’ll see our smoke. We just have to keep the fire going during the day.”

      “How long will they look? Before they call off the search?”

      He was silent, his golden eyes narrowed as he searched the sky. “They’ll look as long as they think we might be alive.”

      “But if they think we’ve crashed—”

      “Eventually they’ll stop looking,” he said softly. “It might be a week, a little longer, but they’ll stop.”

      “So if no one finds us within, say, ten days—” She couldn’t go on.

      “We don’t give up. There’s always the possibility a private plane will fly over.”

      He didn’t say that the possibility was slight, but he didn’t have to. She had seen for herself the kind of terrain they’d flown over, and she knew how narrow and easily missed this canyon was.

      She drew up her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs, staring wistfully at the languid curls of gray smoke. “I used to wish I could go someplace where no one could find me. I didn’t realize there wouldn’t be room service.”

      He chuckled as he leaned back on one elbow and stretched out his long legs. “Nothing gets you down for long, does it?”

      “I try not to let it. Our situation isn’t great, but we’re alive. We have food, water and shelter. Things could be worse.”

      “We also have entertainment. I have a deck of cards in the plane. We can play poker.”

      “Do you cheat?”

      “Don’t need to,” he drawled.

      “Well, I do, so I’m giving you fair warning.”

      “Warning taken. You know what happens to cheaters, don’t you?”

      “They win?”

      “Not if they get caught.”

      “If they’re any good, they don’t get caught.”

      He twirled a finger in her hair and lightly tugged. “Yeah, but if they get caught they’re in big trouble. You can take that as my warning.”

      “I’ll be careful,” she promised. A yawn took her by surprise. “How can I be sleepy? I got plenty of sleep last night.”

      “It’s the heat. Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll watch the fire.”

      “Why aren’t you sleepy?”

      He shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

      She really was sleepy, and there was nothing else to do. She didn’t feel like setting up the tent, so she dragged her bag into position СКАЧАТЬ