but never like this. Never so completely out of control.
With a shaky sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the hard, damp rocks at her back. Her arm ached all the way to her wrenched shoulder. She wondered if the bone was broken.
Never again. Never, never again. She’d said that the first time he’d hurt her, but this time she meant it.
She listened, intent, but could hear nothing from within the watery cocoon.
Maybe James hadn’t followed her. Maybe he would go home to California without her. He’d said she wasn’t worth the headache. But she also knew his terrible egotistical pride. James got what James wanted. He hated being the loser.
A scrambling noise jerked her to attention. A rock clattered against rock.
Annalisa’s heart jacked into overdrive. Blood pounded in her ears. If he’d found her, she was as good as dead, a casualty to the rocky pool below. No one would ever know he’d pushed her.
For a second she was helpless. Then the need to survive kicked in. He would not take her down easily.
With her one good hand, she groped the space at her feet and found what she needed. A rock. A small one, but a weapon just the same.
The sound of movement increased, grew closer. A shadow moved. A big shadow.
Shaking hard, she raised her arm.
A hulk ducked behind the curtain of water. Annalisa’s heart hammered wildly. She braced to defend.
“Hey, lady, are you ok—”
With a sob, she struck, crashing the rock down with all her ebbing strength.
“Hey!” The shadow staggered back, arm upraised in defense.
The haze of fear cleared from Annalisa’s eyes. A man had joined her behind the falls but not James. He wasn’t James. He was a big, dark, angry stranger in a cowboy hat.
And she’d bashed him with a rock.
* * *
Austin blinked rapidly at the slender woman with the stunned face. She was as pale as strained milk and bleeding from the nose and mouth.
“What’s going on here?”
She dropped her whamming rock and shrunk away from him.
Austin frowned. Why the heck was she cowering?
“I’m sorry. I thought—” She clamped her pale, chattering lips shut.
He rubbed at the growing knot at his temple, surprised to find his hat barely askew. As he adjusted the Stetson, the stars subsided enough that he could remember why he’d come down from the ridge to begin with. “What happened to your face?”
She shook her head. Hair as gold as a palomino horse clung to the sides of her face. It was a good face, nice bone structure, with long blue eyes that took up a lot of physical real estate. But her nose was bleeding and her upper lip puffed out like a bee sting.
Those eyes shifted to one side. In a low murmur she said, “I fell.”
“Here? On the rocks? Did you fall from the ridge?”
“Um, yes. On the rocks. I was...um...hiking.” Again, her eyes skittered all over the place. Everywhere but on him. Austin’s sixth sense crackled like milk-drenched Rice Krispies. There was something the little lady wasn’t saying. His gaze dropped to her shoes. Heels. Strappy, spiky heels. She was hiking in those?
“Looks like you need a doc. Can I call someone for you?” He fished in his pocket and dragged out a cell. “No guarantee of service up here.”
She shook her head. “There’s none. I tried.”
Other than his, Austin didn’t see a cell phone. In fact, she carried nothing at all, and unless his eyesight had worsened in the past three minutes, she had no pockets in the sleek pants and fitted sweater. The sixth sense squealed louder. Something was amiss.
He glanced at his trusty little flip phone. The woman was right. The satellite logo was spinning like a top and coming up short. No service. “You hiking up here alone?”
“What?” She looked startled, doe-eyed and guilty about something. A drop of blood rimmed one nostril. She dabbed it with a wrist.
“You said you were hiking and fell. You alone?”
“Oh. Um...yes. Alone.” Again the shifty eyes, the jittery movements. Add a hard swallow for measure and he was sure the lady was lying through her even, white teeth.
She started to move as if to pass him. Austin stepped back but not in time. She bumped the rock face. A cry slipped from swollen lips as she grabbed for her left arm. “Oh, God, please.”
Austin jacked an eyebrow. Was she one of those fruitcakes lured by the town’s “rumor” of answered prayers? “Forget it. It’s just a story made up to draw tourists.”
She blinked, cradling the arm against her chest. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Praying under the waterfall.” He motioned toward the foaming spray of water. “Useless.”
With a bewildered look, she doubled forward and moaned. Her body shook like a motherless calf on Christmas morning.
Against his better judgment, Austin accepted what he had to do. “That’s it. You’re going to a doctor.”
“I think my arm may be broken, but...” She ended on a sob.
“But what?”
Her pale lips tightened beneath worried eyes. Austin huffed a frustrated sigh. One, the woman was hurt. Two, she was lying. Three, he wasn’t sure what else to do.
He didn’t like getting involved in other people’s business. In fact, he didn’t like getting involved with any kind of people for any reason, but he wasn’t a heartless mule, either, who’d leave a woman with a broken arm five miles from the nearest working telephone.
“Come on.” He edged his way from beneath the falls and out into the perfect early autumn day. Or it had been perfect until the calf disappeared and a woman showed up.
Austin started up the rocks toward his waiting horse before he remembered. The woman had only one good arm. Going down to the falls was an adventure. Getting back up required two good hands and a stout disposition. With a sigh, he pivoted, taking care on the slick limestone.
Wet and shaking, the blonde edged cautiously along the wall, still cradling the arm.
He trudged back to her. “How did you get down here anyway?”
She shrugged but said nothing. Her silence bothered him.
“Oh, right, you fell.” And I flew in on a Learjet. “Come on. You first.” If she slipped, he could catch her.
She skittered past him, huddled into herself, the bright blue sweater
