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daughter too long. His wife was dead and Reena was the
only thing left in his life. Sincerity like that couldn’t be faked.
    “Okay, so you two had a falling out. He still wants to talk
and I still need to bring you in.”
    She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. The woman
remained totally pissed at him. He could tell by the way her mouth twisted
tight and the muscles in her jaw twitched.
    “We’ll have to spend the night here.”
    Her head snapped up. Surprise and panic flared in her eyes.
“Why can’t we head back to my cabin? I’m sure I can find it in the dark.”
    He shook his head. Roaming around in the storm could prove
fatal. They could get lost, one of them could trip and break a bone and,
besides, he had no idea how many weapons she had in that cabin. She could have
anticipated getting captured and set a trap.
    Call him paranoid, but she was a resourceful woman and he
wouldn’t put anything past her. Even if they did make it to the cabin and he
permitted her to call her Resistance friends as she’d said she needed to do,
she could call at a predetermined time and give them some sort of code
indicating trouble. Nope, it was better this way.
    “We’ll leave at first light. That’s final.”
    “Oh, come on. It’s cold out here.”
    “You’ve got me to keep you warm,” he teased, but her cold glare
had him dashing any such hopes of snuggling under the covers with her.
    Sighing, he grabbed a tin cup from his packsack. He’d have
to eat his supper out of the cup and retrieve his plate later. He doubted he
could find it. There was already a thin layer of snow covering everything.
    As he scooped his dinner into his cup, she merely rolled her
eyes at him—indicating he was a hopeless case—shook her head and focused her
attention back to the fire. Okay, so she was giving him the cold shoulder
treatment. Figures. He’d finally caught himself an unattached and very
attractive woman and she wouldn’t give him the time of day. Man, sometimes he
just had the most rotten luck.
    While he ate in silence, she sat quietly, not saying a word,
not taking her cold gaze from the fire, and he shivered involuntarily at her
icy stare. When he finished, he unpacked the emergency plastic to place over
the nearby lean-to he’d constructed last night. They would use this shelter tonight.
Hopefully by morning she would be a little more receptive to a warm meal.
    * * * * *
    Since the night Will Blade had entertained that succulent
red-haired woman, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. He’d tasted
her that evening. She’d been as sweet as sin and sexy as hell. The erotic way
she gazed at him when he’d kneeled between her naked thighs, her strawberry-red
hair tumbling to just above her plump, pink nipples, her succulent lips parted
as she panted and waited expectantly for him to take her pussy into his mouth
had made him so damned aroused he hadn’t been able to sleep for several nights
after the encounter.
    Heck, who was he kidding? He hadn’t had a proper night sleep
since seeing her that first time. Why he hadn’t taken more time pleasuring her
eluded him—fucking her up against the door, pumping fiercely into her, her
cries of arousal undoing the cold tight lid on his emotions. He hadn’t been
able to tie up the fact he wanted to take her again and again. That’s why he
needed to kill her and get some peace.
    He stood behind a tree, his finger on the trigger of his
rifle, keeping an eye on Reena Wilde and Cade Outlaw as they spoke around a
fire. His last encounter with Cade was still fresh in his mind, despite it
being several weeks ago. Cade had made it clear he would kill Blade if he went
near Red again. He might have to take out Cade as well tonight.
    He’d been floored when his boss Bev White had given him the
assassination assignment against Red. Not because he had to kill someone, but
because Reena was Red, the notorious leader of the Resistance.
    He’d known she was different. Her