in the rearview mirror. No wonder she’d thought he was the crazy one. Between the dried blood on his temple and the dark stubble of a day’s growth of beard on his chin and the look in his eyes, he appeared crazed. Hell, he was crazed. He always felt that way when someone was trying to kill him.
He turned his attention to the highway. Ahead, the new snow melted the moment it touched the pavement; fog rose like lost spirits in the headlights. Inside the pickup, even with only a coat and cardboard stuffed in the broken window, it was starting to warm up and it felt good.
“Don’t you think you ought to at least tell me what I’m doing here?” Levi asked in a no-nonsense tone.
This was a woman used to giving orders. Too bad he wasn’t in the habit of taking them.
When he didn’t answer immediately, she snapped, “Look, you got me into this. You kidnapped me or whatever you’d like to call it, almost got me killed and you didn’t even know who I was. The very least you owe me is an explanation.”
Whew. Warm this woman up and she was instantly on the fight again. He shook his head, grinning to himself. He liked that she wasn’t down for the count. Through it all, she’d stayed pretty cool. He had to hand it to her, he didn’t think he would have been as calm in the same situation. Hell, he didn’t feel all that calm right now.
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