Mountain Hideaway

Sure, he was handsome. Very handsome.

But sometimes a wolf looked like a sheep...or, in this case, like a ruggedly handsome Ken doll. That made him even more dangerous.

Pushing aside those thoughts, she realized that she needed to learn the lay of the house. That way, if she needed to run or hide, she at least had an idea of what her possibilities were.

The living room was simple and outfitted like most rental properties would be. There was a well-used leather couch, several magazines on the outdated coffee table and a small dinette nestled against the wall in the kitchen.

She headed toward the bedroom, determined to check that all of the windows were locked. She had to remain on guard and careful. But as soon as she stepped into the room, she stopped.

The painting on the wall.

It was by Alejandro Gaurs.

His paintings were exclusive to the world-renowned McAllister Gallery.

The art gallery that Leo’s family owned.

Her breath caught.

Had she been tricked? Did Leo own this cabin? Whoever did had obviously bought the artwork at his gallery.

What if Trent had tricked her? What if he really was working for Leo?

That had to be it, she realized. Trent had convinced her that her mom had sent him, but that was all a lie. He was working for the enemy. He’d led her right into the lion’s den.

Panic rose in her.

She couldn’t take this risk.

She had to get out of here. Now.

FOUR (#ulink_ddb8aae3-bbe8-542b-8a3c-7f2c793a16f9)

Tessa grabbed her backpack and slipped out the back door, trying to remain in the shadows. She looked toward Trent’s cabin then toward the woods, but saw no one.

Moving quietly, she headed for the trees. As soon as she took her first step into the depths of the forest, she realized what a precarious place she was in. These woods could kill her.

But it was a chance she had to take.

Everything inside her told her to run fast, but she knew she had to take it slow. She couldn’t be careless. One wrong step and she could break a bone. Even worse, she could fall to her death from one of the many cliffs in the area.

Slow and steady won the race. That was the saying, at least.

As Tessa left every bit—however small—of security behind, her trembles deepened. How was she going to get out of this situation? How would she last out in the wilderness? She’d read books on surviving out in nature, but everything she’d learned seemed to leave her thoughts. She only hoped the information would return as instinct kicked in.

That same intuition had kicked in when she’d grabbed Trent’s gun in the car. All of those days at the shooting range had paid off. She’d been unable to buy her own gun—she’d never get past the background check, especially not with her fake name. But at least she’d picked up a few valuable skills in the process.

Tessa manipulated herself between the massive oak trees, over boulders and down steep declines. This area was so vast, so wild, so beautiful. But it could also be deadly, especially in the pitch-black. A hunter had died only a few months ago when he’d gotten lost out here. His body had been found downstream a week later.

Her mind churned as she continued her trek. When she started to maintain a steady pace, her thoughts went from survival to Trent McCabe and that painting she’d found in the cabin. It linked him to the McAllisters.

Leo was a powerful man. He was capable of extraordinary farces that could fool the wisest of people. He had to have some connection with that cabin. It was too much of a coincidence otherwise.

How had she been fooled again? The kindness in Trent’s voice was deceitful. He’d sounded so trustworthy. He’d even used a story about her mother. He probably knew how to manipulate. Those were the worst kind of criminals, the ones who gained a person’s trust only to stab them in the back. Sometimes literally.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the memories.

Just then, something snapped behind her.

She froze. What was that? A nighttime creature? A mountain lion? A bear?

Her pulse spiked again.

She looked for the reflection of eyes—either human or animal predator—but saw no one. Was something stalking her out there, just waiting for the right moment to pounce?

Tessa picked up her pace. Slow and steady only worked if a person wasn’t being chased.

She had a phone in her backpack. But who would she call? Who could she trust to help her?

No one, she realized. Except her family, and she couldn’t pull them into this.

As she glanced around, every direction looked the same. Which route led away from her cabin? Which path would keep her safe from the deadly bluffs that dropped hundreds of feet to the river below? One moment of distraction and now she was turned around. She’d lost her sense of direction.

Panic began to rise in her.

Another twig snapped in the distance.

She was definitely being followed.

By Leo’s men? By Trent—who was also one of Leo’s men, apparently? By an animal?

None of the options were comforting.

Despite her earlier mantra of remaining slow, she burst into a run. She had to move, and fast. Every second she lingered could cost her life.

Branches slapped her in the face, gnarled tree roots reached out to trip her and rocks tried to twist her ankle. She pushed forward, her breathing too shallow for her own good.

She could feel a presence behind her now, sense that her pursuer was closing in.

Just then, her foot caught on another root. She started to lunge forward but caught herself on the rough bark of a pine tree.

She gasped as the prickly wood cut into her skin, as her ankle throbbed.

Tears tried to push from her eyes—from even deeper than that. They tried to push up from the deepest part of her heart, which felt too battered and bruised for words. She was so tired of living in fear, of constantly looking over her shoulder.

“Tessa!” someone said.

She knew that voice.