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Authors: J.D. Tyler
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She had no
idea how long she’d been here. There was no clock on the
bedside table or on the wall. There wasn’t much of
anything except a pitcher of water, a plastic cup, the chair,
her bed, and a rolling food tray that held a vase of pretty
flowers.
She blinked at them, and suddenly remembered her dad.
Were they from him? If so, where was he? Maybe he’d
gone for some food.
The blond man stirred in the chair and opened his eyes,
revealing the crystal blue that she remembered. Stretching
his back, he sat up, and in spite of his obvious fatigue, he
smiled at her. His teeth were straight and white, and the
effect on his already breathtaking looks made her heart
skip a beat.
“Hi there.” The rich timbre of his voice was smooth,
sexy. Like the rest of him.
“Hello.” Her own voice was raspy, as though she
hadn’t used it in months. “Where am I?”
“A . . . private facility.” Before she could question him
about that, he scooted closer and laid a big hand on her
arm. Or rather, over the sling and cast covering her arm.
“How are you feeling?”
She paused, taking stock of her body. “Sore. Hurts a
little.” Then she frowned. “Seems like I should be in more
pain, though. Good drugs, maybe.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes grew solemn. “Something
like that. Do you remember your name and what you were
doing in the Shoshone?”
“I’m Daria Bradford, and I’m a wildlife biologist
specializing in the study of wolves.” She swallowed, the
dryness in her throat making her hoarse. Immediately he
caught on and poured her a cup of water, sticking a straw
in it. Then he held the straw to her lips.
“Just a few sips. Don’t want you to get sick.”
The water was heaven. More so was the solicitous
attention from this kind stranger. “Thank you.” She sat
back and he placed the cup on the table.
“You’re welcome.” He paused. “Do you recall how
long you’d been in the area before you fell into the
ravine?”
She nodded, the slight movement making her neck
twinge. “Almost two weeks. And I didn’t fall, I was
pushed. I told you that before.”
A blond brow arched attractively, disappearing under
the fringe of bangs that fell into his eyes. “When you
astrally projected yourself into my hospital room. You
have a gift.”
There was no accusation in his tone. No stunned
disbelief, no censure or disgust. Just honest interest. Why
wasn’t he shocked? “Yes.”
“All right. Why did you go off the trail? Why did you
run from the scene of the body you found, and who pushed
you into the ravine?”
“Back up. I can’t believe you’re taking it so well that I
have a Psy gift.”
He laughed softly. “Trust me, nobody around here will
bat an eyelash at that.”
“What do you mean?”
“All in good time.”
“What’s your name?”
“Ryon Hunter,” he said softly. “At your command.”
He was gazing at her as though she held the answers
he’d sought all his life. It made her feel warm and fuzzy all
over. Weird. And sort of nice.
“It’s good to meet you.” It came out sounding shy,
though she wasn’t typically a shy person at all. This man
got to her, and she didn’t understand why.
“You mean good to meet me again .”
“That’s true.” More questions hovered on his lips, she
could tell. But he simply waited. “How long have I been
here?”
“Since yesterday. You were out all night.”
“Okay. To answer you, I broke camp yesterday morning
and left in sort of a hurry because I heard something that
frightened me. A screeching sound.”
“Screeching? Like a bird or something?”
She shook her head. “No. Have you seen any of the old
Godzilla movies? That awful sound he makes when he’s
trashing Tokyo? That kind of noise, exactly. It echoed
through the mountains.” This information earned her the
dubious look that the revelation of her Psy gift had not.
“It sounded like Godzilla?”
“It did,” she said stiffly.
idea how long she’d been here. There was no clock on the
bedside table or on the wall. There wasn’t much of
anything except a pitcher of water, a plastic cup, the chair,
her bed, and a rolling food tray that held a vase of pretty
flowers.
She blinked at them, and suddenly remembered her dad.
Were they from him? If so, where was he? Maybe he’d
gone for some food.
The blond man stirred in the chair and opened his eyes,
revealing the crystal blue that she remembered. Stretching
his back, he sat up, and in spite of his obvious fatigue, he
smiled at her. His teeth were straight and white, and the
effect on his already breathtaking looks made her heart
skip a beat.
“Hi there.” The rich timbre of his voice was smooth,
sexy. Like the rest of him.
“Hello.” Her own voice was raspy, as though she
hadn’t used it in months. “Where am I?”
“A . . . private facility.” Before she could question him
about that, he scooted closer and laid a big hand on her
arm. Or rather, over the sling and cast covering her arm.
“How are you feeling?”
She paused, taking stock of her body. “Sore. Hurts a
little.” Then she frowned. “Seems like I should be in more
pain, though. Good drugs, maybe.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes grew solemn. “Something
like that. Do you remember your name and what you were
doing in the Shoshone?”
“I’m Daria Bradford, and I’m a wildlife biologist
specializing in the study of wolves.” She swallowed, the
dryness in her throat making her hoarse. Immediately he
caught on and poured her a cup of water, sticking a straw
in it. Then he held the straw to her lips.
“Just a few sips. Don’t want you to get sick.”
The water was heaven. More so was the solicitous
attention from this kind stranger. “Thank you.” She sat
back and he placed the cup on the table.
“You’re welcome.” He paused. “Do you recall how
long you’d been in the area before you fell into the
ravine?”
She nodded, the slight movement making her neck
twinge. “Almost two weeks. And I didn’t fall, I was
pushed. I told you that before.”
A blond brow arched attractively, disappearing under
the fringe of bangs that fell into his eyes. “When you
astrally projected yourself into my hospital room. You
have a gift.”
There was no accusation in his tone. No stunned
disbelief, no censure or disgust. Just honest interest. Why
wasn’t he shocked? “Yes.”
“All right. Why did you go off the trail? Why did you
run from the scene of the body you found, and who pushed
you into the ravine?”
“Back up. I can’t believe you’re taking it so well that I
have a Psy gift.”
He laughed softly. “Trust me, nobody around here will
bat an eyelash at that.”
“What do you mean?”
“All in good time.”
“What’s your name?”
“Ryon Hunter,” he said softly. “At your command.”
He was gazing at her as though she held the answers
he’d sought all his life. It made her feel warm and fuzzy all
over. Weird. And sort of nice.
“It’s good to meet you.” It came out sounding shy,
though she wasn’t typically a shy person at all. This man
got to her, and she didn’t understand why.
“You mean good to meet me again .”
“That’s true.” More questions hovered on his lips, she
could tell. But he simply waited. “How long have I been
here?”
“Since yesterday. You were out all night.”
“Okay. To answer you, I broke camp yesterday morning
and left in sort of a hurry because I heard something that
frightened me. A screeching sound.”
“Screeching? Like a bird or something?”
She shook her head. “No. Have you seen any of the old
Godzilla movies? That awful sound he makes when he’s
trashing Tokyo? That kind of noise, exactly. It echoed
through the mountains.” This information earned her the
dubious look that the revelation of her Psy gift had not.
“It sounded like Godzilla?”
“It did,” she said stiffly.
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