At least they’d be able to start a fire. He had matches and a lighter, but they’d need water. They could miss a few meals, but they could only go so long without water. Finding a stream might also mean that they could catch some fish and solve the problem of food.
He glanced over his shoulder at Madison. She was still carrying that damned little suitcase. She’d crisscrossed her purse strap and the cord from the net bag over her chest to free her hands, but she carried the little suitcase as if it contained a bottle of nitroglycerin.
Maybe it did. It held enough cosmetics and grooming items to rival a makeup counter, as well as a small drugstore of over-the-counter medications. He’d seen women’s toiletries and personal care collections before, but Maddie’s put them all to shame. Who had time to use everything she carried with her?
And for what? Madison St. John was a natural beauty. She should have been able to wash her face, comb her hair and walk out of her mansion looking like a million bucks. Instead, she painted over her natural good looks as if she were trying to smuggle a troll out of the house.
He hadn’t made a fuss about her bringing the small case because he’d recognized that at least a few of the things in her collection might come in handy if they couldn’t find their way to civilization soon. He hoped for a ranger’s station, a private cabin or a hunting lodge with a telephone, but the chance of that was slim at best. He couldn’t guess at how many square miles of wilderness lay around them. Finding anyone else in so vast a place by accident would be impossible.
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