Deep In The Heart Of Texas. Linda Warren
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She panicked if she broke a fingernail. So Miranda felt sure her mother was sedated and aware of very little. But her father was strong; he would be handling the whole situation, figuring out how to bring his daughter back, regardless of cost.
Why was Spikes doing this? Her father trusted him completely. Why—
Something rustled in the leaves beside her, and she instantly pushed herself into a sitting position, scooting nearer to the hermit. She remembered what he’d said about coyotes, and she tensed again. But she wouldn’t panic. She wouldn’t lose control.
As that resolve entered her mind, a hideous-looking creature ran across her legs through the leaves into the darkness. Fear gripped her, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
“It’s only an armadillo searching for food. He’s harmless,” the hermit said.
“Oh.” She swallowed hard, not knowing anything about armadillos except that they had armored bodies, long tails and pointy noses. She’d never thought she would be up close and personal with one. But the hermit said they were harmless and she believed him. She leaned against a tree, trying to quiet her racing heart.
The silence stretched between them. She sat on the ground not two feet from him. Neither spoke. For a moment she wondered if he was asleep, but realized he wasn’t. He was too cunning for that.
Glancing toward the stars, she let their beauty calm her. Something suddenly occurred to her, a question she had to ask. She gathered her courage. “Could you tell me what day it is, please?”
“Wednesday night” was the quiet response.
“Wednesday night? They kidnapped me on Monday morning,” she said slowly. “I remember sitting on the patio, drinking coffee, and trying to decide what I was going to do with my life. Someone clamped a rag over my nose and mouth, and everything went black. I woke up in that awful room. I thought I was in some horrible dream because I’d wake up, then fall back asleep. They must have drugged me. It was probably good they did, or I would have lost my mind.”
She waited for a response, but none was forthcoming.
The dog whined.
The hermit muttered a few words in a low voice; she didn’t catch them.
“Did you say something?” she murmured.
“No,” he said in a clipped tone, but he had. He was talking to the dog.
The dog came over and rested his head in her lap. She stroked the soft head with her hand. “What’s his name?”
“Bandit,” he replied. Bandit the traitor, he thought to himself. That stupid dog really liked her.
“Oh, because of the black circle around his left eye?” She couldn’t see the circle in the darkness, but she had earlier.
“Yeah.”
“He’s a sweet dog,” she added, and continued to rub his head.
He didn’t answer, but saw her glance up at the sky again, her hand resting on Bandit. “Here in the vast outdoors my problems seem insignificant.”
“They’re not,” he said shortly.
He had his mind on Spikes, but she obviously didn’t. “I’m not talking about Spikes,” she told him. “I’m talking about my problems before I was kidnapped. I’d just broken up with my fiancé, after getting engaged at Christmas. It was what I wanted and…”
Her voice rattled on inside his head. She was telling him her problems, the last thing he wanted to hear. He didn’t want to know a single thing about her or her life. He just wanted to get her back to Clyde Maddox.
“Why are men so obsessed with sex?” she asked.
The question caught his attention and his head swiveled her way. “Excuse me?”
“Sex,” she repeated. “Kevin acted as if love and sex were the same thing. If I loved him, I’d sleep with him. If I cared about him, I’d sleep with him, and on and on it went. Why can’t a man realize that love and sex are not the same thing?”
“Because to some men they are.”
God, he couldn’t believe he’d said that. He didn’t want to talk to her or become involved in her problems, whatever they were.
“I thought that, too. So I bought this black teddy and a bottle of champagne. I decided what the hell, we’re getting married in the spring, anyway.” She tried to see his face in the darkness. “I’m not a prude, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just wanted everything to be perfect with the man I loved.”
“I’m not thinking anything, and I really don’t want to hear this.”
Instinct told her to shut up. She didn’t even know this man and she was pouring her heart out to him. But she had to tell someone. “You don’t like to talk, do you?” she finally said.
“No,” he snapped. “And I don’t like to listen to people’s problems, either.”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t talk.”
He sighed with deep annoyance. Why did women love to prattle on and on? He’d forgotten that irritating habit. And leave it to a woman to notice the one thing he’d forgotten to tell her. He’d bet Miranda Maddox could make a man dance circles around her—and make him enjoy doing it. Just like Sheila. What was he thinking? Sheila and this woman were nothing alike. Or were they?
“I went over to Kevin’s apartment,” she was saying, and against his will the hermit found himself listening. “I had a key, so I let myself in. The apartment was dark, and I assumed he wasn’t at home. Then I saw the candles burning on the coffee table, and I heard voices in the bedroom. Like a fool I walked right in…and saw my fiancé in bed with another woman. He was telling her how much he loved her. I dropped the bottle of champagne, which unfortunately didn’t break, and Kevin saw me. I ran from the apartment, and I can still hear him calling my name, saying it wasn’t how it had looked. Sure.” She gave a fake laugh. “He must have thought I was really stupid. I drove around until about three in the morning, then I went home. I couldn’t sleep, so I showered and dressed. No one was up. I sat on the patio, trying to sort out my life, and then suddenly the world went black and my nightmare began. I keep thinking if Kevin hadn’t betrayed me, none of this would have happened. I’d still be in his apartment thinking he was wonderful.”
No, she wouldn’t, the hermit thought. People like Kevin didn’t change. They sucked the life out of their partners with lies and deceit until there was nothing left. She was better off learning the truth about her fiancé before that happened.
He heard her take a deep breath, and the silence lasted for a few moments. Then she asked, “Do you think Spikes has discovered we’ve left the cabin yet?”
“Oh, yeah.” His voice rose with satisfaction. “We’ve been walking for more than five hours, so I’m sure he knows we’ve vanished into the night…and he’s madder than hell.”
SPIKES KICKED A LEG of the table inside the cabin and swore under his breath. “That goddamn hermit. I knew she was in here. I should’ve killed him. I should’ve killed the bastard.”
“Whata we do now?” Peavy wanted to know.
Spikes plopped down on the cot. “We get some sleep, and after that we track the lying bastard.”
“Then what?”
“What do you think? I’m sure she knows who we are, and so does the hermit. After I kill him, I’m gonna spend some time alone with the beautiful princess before I kill her, too. For years she’s looked down that pretty nose at me, but she won’t be so smug when I’ve finished with her.”
MADDOX HOUSE was thirty minutes from Austin, Texas. The huge mansion was an impressive structure, with wings, turrets and fountains. It was a facsimile of a castle in England and somewhat ostentatious for a