âGet some rest. You want to be alert when we make a break for it tonight.â
âWill you rest, too?â she asked.
âIâll keep watch,â he said. âI wonât let anything happen to you.â
He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply of her floral-and-spice scent. She made him feel more vulnerable than he ever had, yet at the same time stronger. A man who had spent his life avoiding complications, he welcomed the challenges she brought. She made him think what the future might look like with her in it.
She stirred, and he pushed away his musings. She opened her eyes, then smiled. âDoes this mean the wonderful dream I was having is real?â she asked.
âWhat was the dream?â
Her smile widened. âIt involved a big feather bed and you and meânaked.â
He indulged himself with a kiss, fighting the urge to take her there on the hard ground. âWeâll have to see about making that dream come true later.â
Chapter One
The sound of the explosion reverberated through the underground tunnels. Lauren tried to run, terrified the rocks would collapse around her, but her legs felt as if they were mired in sand. She fought to see in the murky darkness, choking on rising dust, her ears ringing from the aftershock. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound emerged.
A strong hand grabbed hers, pulling her toward the light. Gunshots sounded behind them, even as rock chips flew from the wall beside her head, the fragments stinging her skin. The man with her pulled her in front of him, shielding her with his body. âGo!â he commanded, and shoved her harder. âRun!â
She ran, dodging piles of rubble and fresh cascades of rock. The dim light ahead began to grow brighter. Footsteps pounded behind her and she started to scream again, but it was only the man, his embrace warm and reassuring. âItâs going to be all right,â he said. âYouâre strong. You can make it.â
He sounded so certain that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, she believed him.
Another tremor shook the cavern, and larger boulders crashed around them. One struck her shoulder, knocking her to her knees. The man pulled her up, into his arms, and kept running, dodging the falling rock, taking the blows and moving on, always forward, toward freedom.
The cool night air washing over her brought tears to her eyes. She stared at the blurred stars overhead and choked back a sob. The first stars sheâd seen in weeks. A taste of freedom sheâd feared she might never know again.
âCan you walk?â the man asked, setting her on her feet, but keeping his arm firmly around her, supporting her.
She nodded. âI can.â
âThen, weâve got to go. Weâve got to stop him.â
Hand in hand, they raced toward the castle situated improbably in the middle of the Colorado desert. She seemed to fly over the ground, her feet not touching it, only the firm grip of the manâs hand in hers anchoring her to the earth.
She heard the helicopter before she saw it, the steady whump! whump! of the rotors beating the air. Then they ascended a small hill and stared at the chopper lifting off, soaring into the pink clouds of dawn. No! she silently screamed.
* * *
LOUD, OUT-OF-TUNE CHIMES from the doorbell pulled Lauren from the dreamâone sheâd had too often in the weeks since her escape from the abandoned mine that had been her prison for almost a month. The details sometimes changed, but the results were the same as realityâher captor, Richard Prentice, escaping into the night as she watched, powerless.
âI donât think sheâs awake yet,â she heard her sister, Sophie, tell whoever was at the door.
Lauren struggled into a sitting position and checked the clock. Almost eleven. How had she slept so late? âIâm awake,â she called. âGive me a minute to get dressed.â
She threw back the covers and sat up. She was safe in the apartment she shared with her sister in Montrose, Colorado. The words of her rescuer still echoed from the dream. Youâre strong. You can make it.
In the living room, she found Sophie with two other women. Emma Wade, a tall redhead who dressed to show off her curves in flowing skirts and high heels, stood beside Abby Stewart, a sweet grad student whose shoulder-length brown hair was cut to hide most of the scar on one cheek, the result of a wound sheâd received while in the army in Afghanistan. The two women had befriended first Sophie, then Lauren, after the sistersâ arrival in Montrose.