Saved by the Rancher

chapter Seven


DAVID TOOK THE call in his office, sitting behind his desk. He turned his hand palm up and stared at the healing cut, remembering his time alone with Jenna fondly. The police tried to question him again, but his lawyer held them off. Untouchable. The thought made him smile.

“Where is she?”

“I lost her in Tennessee,” a deep voice came over the phone, clipped and to the point.

“You lost her.” He reined in his fury and responded, “I see.”

Rattled by the dead calm tone, his man offered up an excuse. “I thought I picked up her trail heading out of state, but I lost her at a gas station where three major highways converge.”

“You mean she lost you.” He both loved and hated how smart and clever she could be. It made it difficult to find her, but it made the chase that much more interesting and challenging.

“Yes, sir.”

“Find her.” Less calmly, he shouted, “And don’t take five months to do it this time!” Rage simmered in his gut, feeding his need to find her. The longer it took, the more impatient he grew, which had disintegrated his control this last time. Next time he’d keep his wits, take his time, play out his plans, and enjoy every minute she was at his mercy. A shiver of anticipation ran through him and made him hard. With that thought in mind, he ended the call by saying, “You know what to do. She’ll make a mistake. She always does.”

And then I’ll find you.