Gail Barrett - To Protect a Princess

Which left the woman.

His mouth thinned. The renegades wanted her for obvious reasons. There weren’t many females around. And a terrorist might try to hold her for ransom, to fund some personal war. But a sniper? Why would a sniper pursue an archeologist?

Unless the woman had lied.

Her footsteps crunched behind him, and he rose. His face burning, so angry he couldn’t speak, he seized her arm and yanked her back through the trees, his vision hazing with every stride.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding breathless. She trotted beside him to keep up. “Is someone there?”

“You might say that.” He stalked to the horse and released her arm, his blood rushing hard through his skull.

She’d lied. The damned woman had lied. Just what the hell was she up to?

“So what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice anxious, high. “Blow up the bridge?”

“No.” The cliff was too unstable, too exposed. And that sniper would pick him off before he could set the charge.

Which left two choices. They either outran that man or they died.

He sprang into the saddle, jerked her up behind him. “We’re going to ride hard,” he warned. “You can use the time to think.”

“Think?” Her hands clutched his waist.

“About the truth.” He twisted in the saddle, and his gaze nailed hers. “Because when we stop, you’re going to tell me what you’re really doing out here.”

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