Cassie Miles - Rocky Mountain Manhunt

Life would be different now. She was Kate Carradine, a pampered heiress who had regular appointments for facials, manicures and stylists.

She reached toward her reflection. Her fingers touched the mirror. “Goodbye, Rain.”

While Kate showered, Liam threw together a sandwich. His mood was pensive and concerned. He’d dragged Kate halfway back to civilization. Now he had to figure out what came next.

The problem was Wayne Silverman. He was still missing, and Kate was, most likely, the last person who had seen him. She was a witness. As such, Liam should have turned her over to the authorities for questioning.

But she was also a victim who was scared to death. She needed protection. His protection.

Her need was enough reason for him to bend the rules and keep her safely hidden away at his cabin. She wouldn’t be much use as a witness, anyway. Not while she couldn’t remember what had happened.

Her memory loss was the second big problem. Amnesia wasn’t much of an alibi; the police would be skeptical. And when the media got hold of her story, all hell would break loose. Might as well call the tabloids right now.

Things would go a lot easier for Kate if she could remember. Last night, when he’d talked about her family, she seemed to have recall, and it stood to reason that more data might jog her memory. Photos and articles. The kind of information that Colorado Crime Consultants might have on file.

On the kitchen phone, he punched in the number for CCC. The office manager, Molly Griffith, greeted him warmly. Though they’d only met once, she remembered him. “You’re the pilot from Grand Lake. What’s up?”

“Is Adam there?”

“He’s out on a case. I can help.”

To tell the truth, Liam was relieved to be talking to Molly instead of her boss. Briggs was a stickler for following the letter of the law. No way would he approve of Kate staying at Liam’s cabin.

“I found Kate Carradine,” he said.

“Dead or alive?” Molly was blunt and straightforward. He suspected that she was all too accustomed to hearing the worst about missing persons.

“Very much alive,” he assured her. “Kate’s in good physical condition.”

“Un-freaking-believable!” Molly enthused. “She’s been missing for nearly a month. It’s amazing that she survived. Where are you?”

“My cabin.”

“How long will it take you to get here? I’ll call her mother right away and—”

“Hold up,” Liam said. “I want you to wait before making the notifications. Kate’s scared and confused. She can’t remember what happened to her.”

“Amnesia?”

“Exactly,” he said. “I need a day or two to calm her down.”

“You know we don’t work like that,” Molly said. “CCC always cooperates with the cops.”

“It’s not the police that worry me,” he said. “There’s going to be a media frenzy. Kate needs time to prepare herself.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone while Molly considered. Then she said, “One more day can’t hurt.”

“Thanks, Molly.”

“Adam won’t be happy about this plan, but I’ll convince him.” Molly had a lot of brass. She needed a strong personality to deal with her boss. “What can I do to help?”

“Like I said, she has amnesia. It’d be useful if Kate could see more information on the Carradine family. Fax me anything you have. Photographs would be good.”

“I put together a file when her mother contacted us,” Molly said. “Consider it faxed.”

He disconnected the call, finished off his sandwich and made himself another. After only one night on Kate’s regimen of weeds and bitter tea, he was starving.

Sandwich in hand, he went outside and stood on the front porch to eat. The view always gave him pleasure. He owned eight acres, but the surrounding national forest made his location seem vast. His nearest neighbors were 2.7 miles down the road, and they weren’t often home. Still, he was able to drive into Grand Lake in about half an hour, and he had all the comforts. His solitude was nothing compared to Kate’s experience.

With the second sandwich devoured, he went back into the house and headed toward his office to pick up the faxes from Molly. As he passed the closed bathroom door, he didn’t hear noise from the shower. “Kate? How are you doing in there?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have a blow-dryer?”

“No.”

“Mousse?”

“Sorry.”

She opened the door. “I’m sure mascara is out of the question.”

She looked damn cute in his nephew’s jeans and T-shirt. Though she was skinny, her curves were unmistakably feminine. Her waist was tiny, and her butt filled out the denim quite nicely. Though her hair was still spiky from being wet, her overall appearance was more tamed. “You look good.”

“Not hardly,” she said. “I don’t care what the Duchess of Windsor said about how you can’t be too thin or too rich. This is too much.”

“Too much thin? Or too much rich?”

“I don’t know about the rich part. You seem to think my family is loaded.”

He remembered his initial destination: the fax machine in his office. “We’ll find out.”

She leaned toward him. Her nose crinkled as she inhaled. “You smell like a ham sandwich. I want one.”

Stepping inside his office, he scooped a handful of pages from the fax. He wasn’t surprised by the speedy response; Molly was efficient.

Then, he led the way to the kitchen. “There’s the fridge. Help yourself.”

She stood with the refrigerator door wide open. “Everything. I want everything.”

Moving at warp speed, she grabbed bread, mayo and lunch meat. Before she put together a sandwich, she was distracted by an orange which she juggled from hand to hand before biting into the rind. In seconds, she had it peeled. Two sections popped into her mouth. The cheese didn’t reach the countertop. Kate folded the slice and devoured it.

“Potato chips!” She snatched the bag from the counter and ripped it open. A couple of chips followed the cheese.

Liam stepped back to avoid being accidentally consumed by this human eating machine. He sat at the kitchen table and watched with amusement as Kate sampled bites of everything she touched. Like a kid given free rein in a candy store, she was tempted by each item, and she ate with blissful abandon.

But it only took a few minutes before she stopped. She placed her hand on her flat stomach and said, “I’m already full.”

Her eyes were so mournful that he chuckled.

“All this great food,” she said, “and I can’t fit more than a couple of bites inside me.”

“There’s plenty of time,” he said. “Take a break. You can eat more later.”

“True.” She brought a can of soda to the kitchen table, popped the tab and took a sip. “I love fizzy things. Soda. Seltzer. Champagne.”

“You’re a little fizzy yourself,” he said.

Her smile of pure satisfaction gratified him. He’d never seen a woman so pleased by so little. He wished they could have more time together. Just the two of them.

As she licked the salt off a potato chip, she circled the table to stand before him. “I’m glad you convinced me to leave the mountains.”

When she leaned toward him and patted his cheek, he inhaled the clean fragrance of soap and shampoo. The electric blue of her eyes sent a jolt through his body. He wanted to pull her closer, to taste her mouth, to discover if she kissed with the same appetite she showed for food.

“Thank you, Liam.” Her voice was soft and a little breathless. “You rescued me.”

“You were doing okay on your own.”

“But you came along at exactly the right moment.” Her smile was honest, warm and fresh as…Rain.