Saved by the Rancher

chapter Two


“THE POLICE DON’T have a thing on you. They will not pursue the matter further,” David’s lawyer guaranteed.

David hit the END button on his cell phone. Attacked by a masked man, Jenna had survived, but couldn’t positively identify him . . . without lying, or making herself look the fool. The airtight alibi his lawyer supplied the cops ensured he wasn’t a suspect.

“They can’t touch me. I win again, Jenna.”

He smiled at his reflection in the shabby motel’s cracked mirror over the rust-stained sink, not far from Jenna’s most recent hiding place. He wrinkled his nose against the smell of stale beer, sweat, and moldy carpet. She’d brought him to this dilapidated place and it pissed him off. Already shaking from the adrenaline wearing off, he fisted his hands, blood dripping into the sink from the cut on his palm.

He moved his hand through the air, imagined cutting Jenna’s thigh again, and felt the rush of power and satisfaction that line of blood down her pale skin had invoked.

David inhaled deeply to settle the charge of energy memories of making Jenna pay unleashed in him. He smelled the blood, tasted its coppery scent on his tongue, and smiled at himself in the mirror.

No doubt Jenna was on the run again. Good. He so enjoyed finding her.