HelenKay Dimon - Cornered

He stared at her in that way a man did when he thought a woman had lost her mind. “In a tree?”

For a second she forgot he didn’t know the area. Despite the could-charm-any-woman dimple and cute face, he fit in here. Had an outdoorsy look to him, and his clothes blended in. Certainly better than she did.

“There’s a dirt road for emergency vehicle use only. The wildlife enforcement guys and police travel it.” As soon as she said that last part, an alarm bell rang in her head.

“I’m not exactly looking for a run-in with more police or people pretending to be police.” His fingers squeezed around her arms, then eased again. “But if the path is clearer you’ll have an easier time, so we can try it.”

Last thing she wanted to do was drag the danger out. Sooner or later the ankle had to go numb anyway. “I can keep going.”

One of his eyebrows lifted. “Your choice is the emergency road or I throw you over my shoulder.”

The shoulders, the face, the general hotness—she liked it all. The bossiness? Not so much. “You need to work on your negotiation skills.”

“Why? I just won, didn’t I?” He guided her to an overturned log and helped her sit down.

Before she could say anything or think of a comeback, he dropped to one knee with his hands up her pants leg. Warm hands slid along her calf, then down to the top of her short socks. With a gentle touch he rotated her ankle one way, then the other.

The whole thing left her breathless. She didn’t even scream when the sharp shock of pain radiated up her leg. For a guy who could turn and shoot without blinking, he could soothe by the simple touch of skin to skin.

She swore her vision blurred a little as she watched him, but somehow she found her voice again. “You could leave me here and go get the FBI.”

“Tempting.” He shot her a smile that could melt butter.

“We can’t take the shoe off or it will swell.” She was just babbling now.

“I know.” He stood up and held out a hand toward her. “Come on.”

She struggled to stand and almost called a halt to the whole project until he put her arm around his neck. The move let her fall into his side with him shouldering most of her weight and not putting any but the barest bit on the toes of her hurt foot.

“Better?” he asked.

This close she could smell him. A mix of wind and woods. Very compelling and weird, since smelling guys was not really her thing. She worked in an office and answered phones. She dated, but not much since breaking up with the accountant who had waffled between boring her and scaring her as he drank scotch after scotch after dinner each night.

She managed to nod. Not that Cam waited for her to be healed or even ready. He had them moving again, this time at a slower pace, but not by much. They wound around piles of rock and across fallen branches.

With each step, the end of his gun dug deeper into her side. She didn’t complain, because he was almost carrying her, all while watching the area and stopping every few minutes to check for something only he could hear.

When they reached the dirt road about ten minutes later, she slumped even harder against him in relief. “Here it is.”

“This?”

She couldn’t really fault the disbelief in his voice. She looked first down one side, then the other. The path was overgrown in parts. In others she could see the faint outline of tire tracks. But mostly they looked at mud and stones. Pretty big stones.

But she couldn’t come up with another option. All the roads, some better than others, required a hike. Some of them serious hikes, complete with rappelling. She could barely walk. Jumping up and down mountains was out.

“It’s the best I could do on short notice,” she joked even though there was nothing amusing about their current situation.

He stared at her for a second as if trying to figure out her mood, then nodded. “This should be a bit more stable for you.”

She didn’t see how, but now wasn’t really the time to argue. “Sure.”

She moved away from him and put some weight on the sore ankle. It felt all twingey and only a few steps from shattering, but she tried to trick her mind into thinking it was no big deal. “I’m fine.”

“That’s convincing.” He reached out and this time it looked as if he planned to carry her. “Come on.”

The rumbling broke her concentration. The grinding of an engine and thumping and thudding as the wheels covered the trail. She’d never been so grateful to hear a vehicle. “A car is coming.”

He stood stock-still. “No.”

“What?”

“Truck.” He wrapped his fingers around her elbow and pulled, half dragging her back into the cover of the overgrown trees.

Her feet slipped and the aching turned to a harsh pounding in her foot. But that was nothing compared to the knocking in her chest. Her lungs seemed to want outside her chest.

Pebbles skidded under her sneakers as she tried to gain traction. “How can you tell?”

“Different sound.” He slipped an arm around her waist and lifted. “Come on.”

Her body took flight and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to keep from falling. She wanted to scream and argue, but that engine noise and the ambling of the truck drew closer.

They’d gone about ten feet in when Cam turned and dropped. His knees buckled and they went down. She landed on top of him in a bone-crushing thud. His landing had to be harder against the rough ground, but she didn’t have time to think about it because the world started spinning.

He flipped her until she lay underneath him, covered head to toe by firm, muscular male. She looked up and followed his gaze. They lay sprawled behind two stacked logs. Peeking through the sliver of space between them, she could see the tires and a flash of blue.

It was her truck or one that looked very similar. Her fury at being robbed mixed with the very real horror of being found out here. She’d heard the threats the men made about her to Cam. They didn’t need to use the exact words for her to know being caught by those guys was not an option. She’d go out shooting instead.

The truck door opened and black shoes came into view. The leg bottoms of the police uniform. Footsteps echoed on the dirt path as the guy walked from one side of the car to the other. When he bent down to touch something on the ground, her breath caught in her throat. Not a single cell moved within her body.

Cam also froze. His eyes darted as he watched the movements, but even his hands stayed still. He had a gun in one and she had no idea when he had brought that back out again after checking her ankle.

What felt like hours passed. Finally, the guy stood up again. She still refused to breathe. Her fingers tightened on Cam’s shirt, balling wads of material within her tight fists.

She heard keys jingle. Probably her keys. And whistling.

The jerk.

When the guy got back into the truck and the engine revved, she finally let the air rush out of her lungs. Her head fell back against the cool ground and she inhaled the scent of peat moss. Getting her heart to stop racing seemed impossible.

It took another few seconds for the tension across Cam’s shoulders to ease. Still, he didn’t move. His head lowered and he looked down at her with his mouth hovering over hers. “You okay?”

She shook her head because that was all she could get out.

Chalk it up to the adrenaline or the moment or that face, but she gave in and did something totally unlike her. Her hands smoothed up his chest to his cheeks, and then she brought his mouth even closer. When he didn’t bridge the gap between them, she did.

Her lips touched his and at first he didn’t react. Didn’t make a sound or do anything. Then his fingers slipped into her hair and held her still as he deepened the kiss. The touch hit her with a jolt of mind-blowing fever. He kissed her long and hard until that dizziness came roaring back.