squeezed the steering wheel, frustration building in her chest. She couldn’t accept his offer of help.
Could she?
Exhaustion overwhelmed her. She eyed the cabin with longing—but there was no way she could spend the night there.
How had that man found her? He’d said someone else would come after her. Even if she ran, would they find her next hiding place just as easily? If she didn’t figure out this most basic problem of how to cover her tracks—and soon—she was dead.
Cooper knocked on the window.
She jumped. Too tired to stay alert, she hadn’t realized he’d approached the Jeep. Her inattention could have been deadly.
He stared down at her, waiting. The vehicle was so old, she had to physically roll down the window. It squeaked with each crank of the handle.
He folded his arms against the window frame and leaned in, too close for comfort. An image of him fighting the assassin—like some fine-tuned war machine—accosted her. Something about him, something feral in his presence, made her insides hum. Would it be so wrong to rely on him a little? She didn’t have to trust him with everything...well, just her life.
Trust no one.
But her father hadn’t met Cooper Wilde when he’d said the words. Could he have known she’d be tracked into the heart of the wilderness? He’d given her no instructions on how, exactly, to stay hidden. All she had in her toolbox were implements to help her disappear.
And now, this one guy...
In a way, Cooper was the missing piece in her backpack. He was a weapon. And from what she’d seen so far, he appeared to be the most capable person she’d ever met.
“You’re risking your life by sticking around.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.”
She averted her gaze. “Don’t you get it?”
When she looked back at him, he proffered that crazy grin. He had some charm about him, but she didn’t think that was his intention. He came across as more of a warrior.
“Okay, if you’re going to stick around—” was she really saying this? “—then you should know what you’re getting into.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
Hadley climbed out. Cooper slid into the driver’s seat.
“What are you doing?”
“Let’s get out of here and you can tell me while I drive.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Anywhere would be safer than this cabin.”
Hadley ran around and climbed into the passenger seat. “Can you get it started?”
He turned the key. Kept trying until the engine turned over. Then smiled at her. “I have the right touch.”
“You just tried longer than I did, that’s all.”
“Like I said. The right touch.”
Shifting into gear, he steered the Jeep onto what barely counted as a road. Hadley felt like she was handing her life over to a complete stranger. She held on to the handgrip, feeling the strain of the geriatric vehicle as it bumped and jolted over the potholes and through the darkening forest.
“I’m listening.”
“What?”
“You were going to tell me what I’m getting into.”
She sat for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts and figure out where to begin. He seemed to take her hesitation for reluctance, because he said, “Megan Spears from Iowa... I promise, you’re safe with me. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Okay, well for starters, my real name is...” Should she do it? Should she jump in with both feet? But Hadley needed to tell someone. “My name is Hadley Mason.”
He glanced at her intermittently, but then focused back on the hazardous road out. Her cabin hadn’t been too far from the nearest town and soon enough, they saw the lights flickering between the trees, dotting the forest like stars in the sky.
Gideon, Oregon—a quiet, remote historical town smack in the middle of the Wild Rogue Wilderness.
Cooper urged the old Jeep into the shadows behind a two-story home near the center of the tiny town. He turned off the ignition, then shifted in the seat to give her his full attention.
Oh, boy.
“What are you doing? Why are we...parked in the shadows?”
“This is the back of my business. The house is both storefront and home.” He gestured to the second story. “That’s the apartment, should you choose to stay. I’m parked in the shadows so nobody will see or bother us. I didn’t want to assume, though, that you had agreed to stay. I’m still waiting to hear your story.”
“Yeah, and after you hear it I’m waiting to have that invitation withdrawn.”
“Not likely.”
Hadley drew in a breath and spilled everything that had happened this morning. She shared about the passport but stopped just short of telling him about all the cash in her backpack. Money changed people. And if he chose to steal from her, what recourse did she have? He knew she didn’t want to go to the police.
The events of her day seemed like a lifetime ago but it hadn’t been twelve hours. The words made her sound crazy.
“And now, here I am. With you. But you don’t have to be involved. You can let me walk away.”
Hadley waited for him to respond.
But Cooper Wilde just stared at her.
Right. Why had she hoped he wouldn’t think she was as crazy as she sounded? Oh, yeah, because he’d fought with her assassin. He had some evidence she spoke the truth.
“Are you going to say anything?”
He blew out a long pent-up breath he’d obviously held through her entire story.
* * *
Cooper scraped a hand over his face. Again. At the look on her face, he realized his action hadn’t exactly conveyed confidence. He was doing a poor job of reassuring her. She’d run if he didn’t respond right away and with the correct answer. But he had no idea what to say. How to respond.
That was one wild story.
So he just said, “Give me a second to think. That was...a lot.”
Still, he knew she had to be telling the truth.
“You don’t believe me.”
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