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Sunny, nearly naked. This was a more twisted and demanding exercise than even crazy-ass Major McCabe could come up with.

    Images of Sunny’s mile-long legs walked through his memory, reminding him of just how wild she’d driven him, stripping last night. The back of his eyelids were hazy pale pink with the image of her thermals, which molded to her body and hinted at flesh tones. Legs and curves and breasts, every inch of her was right there for him to taste.

    He wanted to blame the mountain air for this insanity, but he knew full well what he was doing and he wanted more. Which was impossible for about ten reasons right off the top of his head, starting with the layers of clothes and their location. He wasn’t a monk by any means, but he’d been a while without sex and the grinding need to be inside her broadsided him.

    Then reason whispered through the sex-crazed fog. She had to be setting him up. The passion wasn’t real—not for her anyway. She must be using her body to get something from him one way or another. If not at this moment, then to lure him into a false sense of security for when they climbed out.

    His mouth stilled against hers and he eased away, just an inch, enough to see her without levering off her body in the narrow mountain gully. She stared back at him with what looked like confusion, but he knew better than to trust her. Everything she said and did was part of some game to hide a deeper agenda.

    The uncertainty on her face, real or faked, faded. As determined as she was, she might even try to knock him out. Or worse.

    The possibility that she might actually try to kill him splashed cold water all over his libido.

    He locked her wrists with his hands to keep her still until he could clear his mind enough to think logically. Except he slowly realized she wasn’t moving after all. Her whole body was stock-still, her eyes wide as she gawked past his shoulder. Her confusion had turned to something that looked a helluva lot like horror as she kept her eyes averted, staring down. Yeah, he was pretty upset at himself too.

    Except something about the way she peered downward made him want to look too. Was this another trick? He firmed his hold on her wrists. Warily, he tracked her gaze to the patch of slushy earth beside his boot.

    A dead face stared back at him through the ice.

    Chapter 4

    Sunny screamed.

    Horror raked up her throat as dead eyes peered at her through a thin sheet of ice and snow. Not just any eyes. Madison’s eyes. The woman she’d escorted through the pass just yesterday.

    She clasped her throat, right where the gash gaped across Madison’s severed carotid. The dead woman’s blonde hair fanned around her. The fatal wound was outlined in crystallized drops of frozen blood, as if rusty red tears wept from her neck.

    The screams kept coming and she couldn’t make them stop even as each panicked
    wheeze froze in her lungs. Wade clamped a hand over her mouth just as he’d covered her lips with his moments ago in that unwise, out-of-control kiss.

    Oh God, they’d been kissing beside a dead body. Nausea gagged her.

    “Careful,” he said softly, urgently. “Too much noise could cause an avalanche.”

    His whispered warning launched hysteria at the possibility of being buried alive—with Madison.

    What had happened? Where was Ted? And the sheriff’s deputy? Questions dog-piled
    inside her, shredding through her already raw emotions with vicious teeth.

    Her brain went into hyperdrive. Ted and Madison must have been caught in the storm too. Although very clearly she’d been murdered. By whom? A squatter? And where were Ted and the deputy?

    God, if she’d thought to look for Ted and Madison the minute the storm started, maybe she would have found her before this.

    Or she could be right there under the ice, waxy and dead just like her friend.

    Hysteria bubbled until her cries gurgled, much like Madison must have choked on her own blood.

    “Sunny? It’s okay,”