LITMIR.BIZ

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is it?” He should have asked this question before. “Alex’s place, where he kept you locked up?”

      “Near Austin. Maybe an hour’s drive west from there.”

      “Good to know.” He thought hard, swallowed and then gave her the truth. “I’m glad you made it out safely.”

      “Thank you. I was very lucky. No matter what you see on TV, Alex Ramirez is a horrible man,” she told him. “But then again, I guess most psychopaths are. If he finds out you helped me, he won’t just kill you. That’d be too merciful. He’ll torture you, make sure you suffer before you die.” Her blue eyes had gone cloudy, full of miserable memories. He had a flash of an urge to comfort her somehow, but managed to push it away. Somewhat.

      “Don’t worry,” he heard himself say. “He won’t find out. And if he does, I won’t get caught.”

      “You don’t know that.” Anguish rang in her voice. “He has a lot of enemies. Several of them have tried to get to him. So far, no one has succeeded and a few have ended up dead.”

      He shrugged. “Then I’ll be the first. We’ll work out a plan. Meanwhile, for now, stay off the horses. We’ll ride together when I have time.” And then, without waiting for an answer, he took off before he got himself into any more trouble.

      The meeting with his ranch foreman Boyd, an older, taciturn man Reed had known all his life, went exactly the same way it had every other time Reed had come out to the ranch.

      “Everything’s fine,” Boyd drawled, just as he always did. “We got plenty of hay and the new crop of cattle should fetch a pretty penny. No one’s quit, and I’ve even had to hire a new hand.”

      Reed nodded. “If there’s anything you need...”

      “I won’t hesitate to let you know.” Grinning, Boyd slapped him on the back and sauntered off. Reed shook his head and watched him go.

      As he walked to his pickup, he found himself wondering how Boyd and the other ranch hands would react to Kaitlyn. He had a pretty good idea. If he wasn’t careful, she’d be a major distraction.

      As she had already become for him.

      On the drive into town, he called himself all kinds of fool. Having her at his farm could be a colossal, mistake. Of course, he’d be damned before he’d let Alex Ramirez harm one hair on her pretty little head.

      He’d been to Breckenridge when he’d gone to Walmart to pick up Kaitlyn’s disguise. There were no other large-or even medium-sized towns close to the ranch, so he drove about ten miles out and rode the dirt roads. This part of West Texas, with its dry, arid landscape and twisted trees, called to him even more than the treed, more scenic area of Anniversary. Hardscrabble, he thought. Like him.

      After a good forty-five minutes of driving, he headed home, satisfied that no one suspicious had come to this part of the state.

      Yet.

      When he passed a little barbecue joint, he impulsively pulled in and got a couple of chopped beef sandwiches.

      As he pulled from the dirt road into the long drive leading toward his ranch, he felt confident. Kaitlyn wouldn’t be discovered here. There were no strange vehicles anywhere to be seen and the house looked exactly the same as it had when he’d left it.

      Safe. A perfect hiding place. He smiled as he parked his truck. But the instant he killed the engine, the back door flew open. Kaitlyn hurried over, visibly shaken.

      His stomach clenched. “What’s wrong?”

      Running a shaky hand through that awful haircut of hers, she inhaled. “I just watched the afternoon news. Now Alex is claiming that my supposed kidnapper has sent him a ransom request.”

      Again suppressing the urge to comfort her, Reed shook his head. “It’ll be okay.” Handing her the two foam boxes, he got out.

      “What’s this?” she asked, sniffing. “Whatever it is, it smells wonderful.”

      “I picked up lunch. Barbecue.”

      At first her eyes narrowed. He could have sworn a flash of suspicion crossed her face. Holy hell. He realized maybe Alex Ramirez had even used food as a form of torture.

      “It’s just a sandwich.” He held it out, careful to hide his anger. “No strings. I remember you used to like it.”

      Finally, she rewarded him with a wobbly smile and accepted the bag. “I do. Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.” Chest a bit too tight, he followed her into the house. He realized that although she’d escaped, she wasn’t entirely free. Nor would she be, not until she learned to deal with her inner demons. One more crime for which Alex would need to pay.

      “What about Alex?” Kaitlyn asked, almost as if he’d spoken the name out loud. “What do you think he’s doing? Why make up a story as elaborate as that?”

      “I don’t know. I’m guessing he thinks if he can get everyone stirred up and have not only the FBI but the general public help him hunt you, he’ll find you that much easier.”

      “Even if his story is proven to be false.”

      “Right. I’m guessing whatever friends he has inside will make sure that story dies a quiet death after he finds you.”

      Panic flashed in her eyes. “Don’t say it like that. As though him finding me is a given.”

      “Sorry. You know what I mean. Come on,” he prodded gently. “Sit. Let’s eat.”

      She took a seat at the kitchen table and opened the bag. Head bent, she removed the wrapped sandwiches, bags of chips, plastic cutlery and napkins. Crossing to the refrigerator, he snagged a couple of cans of cola for them.

      “There.” He dropped into his chair, wishing he could figure out a way to stop feeling a weird sort of kinship with her. “We’re all set.”

      Though messy, the barbecue tasted delicious. They ate in companionable silence, which made him feel a bit restless.

      Since he finished before her, he sat quietly and watched her while she ate. Instead of picking up the sandwich and taking bites, she attacked her food, using her plastic fork and knife with gusto. Only when she’d cut several small pieces did she eat a few. After that, she ate a couple of chips and took a sip of cola. And then she started the process all over again, focused and intent. As if by regulating this, she regained some measure of control over her world, however small.

      Again the twinge of sympathy. He’d caught himself doing similar things when he’d been in prison.

      Finally she finished, and looked up. “That was wonderful,” she sighed. “Thanks again.”

      He nodded, turning away so she wouldn’t see desire or warmth or whatever the hell it was he was feeling on his face. “No problem.” He gathered up the wrappings and chip bags and carried them to the trash. Once he had his expression and his body under control, he turned to face her. “Now tell me exactly what you saw on the news earlier.”

      Just like that, her expression changed, making him realize she’d relaxed and he’d unthinkingly ruined it. With the tension back in her posture, even her features seemed sharper.

      “Basically, what I said. It was the opening story for the noon newscast. Prominent and respected politician Alex Ramirez has now been contacted by the kidnappers who abducted his girlfriend. According to Alex, they’re demanding a ransom of several million dollars.”

      He frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. The feds are going to be all over this now. Why would he do that?”

      “I’m sure his inside people are helping him.” The bitterness in her voice matched her flat expression. “He probably plans to pay himself and use this as a way to launder money or something. He’s always talking about having to find creative ways to do that without anyone catching

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