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in the morning.” She appreciated that he backed off immediately and didn’t question why she hadn’t said anything to the Cox family.
    When they arrived back at the cabin, John took a couple of sleeping bags from the back of the Blazer.
    Sherrie was surprised at how quickly night had fallen on the mountain. She was used to the city where there was always the glow of streetlights. Here, the stars barely lit the darkness, but John led the way as surefooted as if he could see the path in the pitch black.
    “Sit down,” he ordered when they got inside. She was glad to sink onto one of the hard chairs and watch him move around the cabin. He lit a lantern and spread one of the sleeping bags over the dirty futon mattress.
    “Are you cold?” he asked. “I don’t think the chimney on this woodstove’s ever been cleaned, but I could start a fire.”
    She shook her head. “No. I just want to sleep now. But first, I need to take care of business.” He escorted her outside and around to the back of the cabin then stood facing the other way while she peed. It was weird squatting in the dark, noisy with insects and strange rustlings in the undergrowth.
    As she pulled up her underpants, she glanced at the broad back of her kidnapper, now ironically standing guard like a protector. How had her attitude toward him shifted so completely in a few hours? A lot of it had to do with seeing the state of that little girl and understanding these people had done what they felt they must to save her.
    A loud rustling in the weeds made Sherrie shriek. It might be only a raccoon, but with images of wolves in her mind, she stumbled backward. She caught her heel on a rock or root and started to fall, arms pin wheeling to keep her balance.
    Hard hands caught her. Walker hauled her upright.
    “You all right?” His voice was near her ear, and she felt the vibration of it rumble through his chest into her back. His body was solid and warm behind her. Tangible energy crackled between them, and he continued to hold her after she’d regained her balance.
    “Yeah. Good,” she muttered and leaned into him. Lust pulsed through her with every heartbeat. She wanted him with a ferocious desire that was way outside the realm of normal. Her tiredness was gone.
    Every cell in her body vibrated with energy.
    Like a marionette she turned on invisible strings to face him, pressed her hands against his chest and lifted her face. She couldn’t see his features in the dark, just the gleam of his eyes and the dark silhouette of his head against the starry sky. But she heard the intake of his breath, rough and ragged, before his mouth covered hers in a long, breath-stealing kiss.
    Wrong. So wrong, she thought, but her body insisted nothing had ever felt so right. She gripped his shirt front, remembering how the hard body underneath had looked naked. She wanted to feel his bare skin beneath her palms.
    He pulled her tight against him, hands cupping her rear and lifting her nearly off her feet as he kissed her harder and deeper. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and his erection pressed into her belly, solid and thick.
    He wants me. He wants me , her heart chanted joyously even while her mind scoffed, He’s male. Of course he does .
    Arms like steel bands bound her to him and then he did lift her off her feet, sweeping her up and carrying her toward the cabin. Sherrie wrapped an arm around his neck and rested against his chest. In the midst of this outrageous day and with the very person who’d kidnapped her, she felt more secure and protected than she’d ever felt in her life.
    John turned the latch and kicked open the door hard enough that it bounced off the wall. He strode across the floor and laid her down on the futon. A musty smell permeated the protective layer of the sleeping bag, but Sherrie didn’t care. She wouldn’t have minded if he’d ripped her clothes off and taken her outdoors on the bare ground.
    She unbuttoned her ugly polyester uniform