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dog a
    good, loving scrub at the neck. Dantès
    had been the one to pick up Remy’s
    scent and track her down. He’d launched
    himself through the window of Seattle’s
    truck and torn the man’s throat out before
    the bounty hunter knew what happened.
    “Good boy,” he said again. “I wouldn’t
    have been nearly as quick and merciful
    about it.”
    “About what?”
    He turned to see Remy climbing out
    of the cab. Her long black hair, tousled
    from sleep, shone in the sunlight, and he
    saw she’d lost the blanket around her
    waist and pulled on a pair of jeans
    instead. Damn, she had long legs. He
    wondered if she’d sewn up her cargo
    pants yet.
    “Giving that fucker Seattle what he
    deserved,” he replied.
    Her steps hitched, but she recovered
    quickly and kept walking. “Oh. Uh,
    nature calls,” she said, and headed for a
    thicker part of the woods. Dantès
    followed her, hobbling off at a labored
    pace.
    When she returned, he said, “How’s
    your leg?”
    “Fine,” she said.
    “I hope you put a bandage on it,
    otherwise your jeans will rub it and get
    lint in—”
    “Yes, I have a bandage on it.” She
    was speaking from behind a clenched
    jaw.
    “The other thing is . . . Dantès can’t
    travel yet. We’re going to be staying
    here for a day or two.”
    She relaxed, her shoulders literally
    sagging. “I’m glad you think so. I was
    afraid . . .” She shrugged, then said in
    that prim tone, “You don’t have to stay.”
    Wyatt didn’t even bother to respond.
    He merely shook his head and went back
    into the truck. He could spend his time
    cleaning out the place a little better since
    they were going to be here at least
    another day. Plus, the Jameson’s had
    sidetracked him and he hadn’t finished
    his exploration last night. Maybe he’d
    find another bottle.
    Or, better yet, more duct tape.
    R emy debated about whether to take
    Dantès with her. She wanted to find a
    place to wash herself and her clothes,
    and while she preferred to have him
    stand guard, she could see that every
    step he took was painful. He needed
    rest.
    So, she asked Wyatt to hand down
    her pack and help her get Dantès into the
    truck. There weren’t nearly as many
    threats during the daylight as at night.
    She’d be fine as long as she didn’t go
    too far and had the gun in her waistband.
    After all, she’d been alone since she
    left Yellow Mountain, and many times
    before. She knew how to take care of
    herself.
    To her surprise, Wyatt didn’t have
    one smart-ass comment about her going
    off alone. Nor did he give her a list of
    commonsense instructions she didn’t
    need. Instead, he obliged her request for
    help with Dantès, then disappeared back
    into the truck. Moments later a wad of
    garbage thwumped out of the window
    and onto the ground.
    Well, he was going to be busy for a
    while.
    With all her cross-terrain travel,
    Remy had become adept at finding water
    while not losing track of where her camp
    was. There were plenty of landmarks to
    help guide her, and less than two miles
    from the truck cab she found a small
    lake.
    After a quick look around, she
    stripped and waded in. She couldn’t
    help one last glance toward the direction
    of the truck. If she were in a DVD or a
    novel, her bath would be interrupted—
    accidentally or purposely—by her
    handsome companion, spying on her.
    She snorted. By all indication, Wyatt
    would rather have his hands cut off than
    come upon her or any female bathing.
    Maybe he was gay.
    Then, with a rush of heat, she
    remembered the one time a few weeks
    ago when he’d looked at her without that
    cold, angry expression. It was right after
    he’d helped her remove the burning
    crystal from her skin.
    If it were up to me, I could think of a
    few things to do with you, he’d said.
    No. The man was not gay. Angry,
    rude, arrogant . . . but not gay.
    The water was cool but refreshing,
    and it took only a moment for her to get
    used to it. She washed her clothes and
    laid