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hold her breath and remain still. A flash informed him that the picture had been taken.
“Stay here while I check, we may need to do another one.”
Mac went to the phone and checked the photograph which, thankfully, was just fine. It looked like two dead bodies, lying in the snow. He sent it to Aaron from Mike’s phone and a minute later, a reply came in. Aaron informed Mike that the money was in his account and they were ceasing all communication now, and for Mike to destroy his phone.
Before he could clean Hannah up, Mac had to get rid of the body. “Hannah, I need your help again. Come here, please.”
She pushed herself up from the ground and approached him. “What can I do?”
Removing his sweater, Mac used the back to wipe her face, hardly giving a thought to his torso bared to her. “I need you to help me dig a hole. Can you do that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He longed to show her the tenderness that she deserved but now was not the time. Mac put his shirt back on and located two shovels in a small shed. Giving one to Hannah, he led her into the trees and picked a spot. They began to dig through the snow together, working without pause or conversation until dark. He paused when he smelled something burning – Hannah didn’t have time to turn the stove off and the bottom of a pan burnt through – then he went straight back to digging.
Not once did she complain or ask to take a break. She didn’t even stop to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow or to get a jacket when she shivered. Hannah had more staying power than anyone he’d ever known and Mac respected that.
Respected her.
She really was everything she claimed to be, impossible as it seemed.
With the body sufficiently buried – as deep as they could get it in the frozen ground – and then covered with rocks, Mackenzie got rid of any and all evidence of the day’s events. Then he brought an exhausted Hannah inside, stripping her bloodied clothes off at the door as well as his own.
Naked and in his arms, though not exactly how he envisioned it happening, now was not the time to admire the smooth curves of her body.
Holding her tightly to his chest, he carried her to the shower and gently scrubbed every inch of her, removing all physical signs of the horror they just endured. She shuddered violently as the tears came, the absolute shock of the day hitting her just as hard as he knew it would.
Mac sat down cross-legged on the floor of the large tiled shower and held her body close, wishing that he could absorb this sweet woman into his flesh and keep her as a part of him forever.
“Hannah, I’m so sorry for dragging you into this. I should have just let you go back home,” he sighed, gently kneading his fingers over her scalp.
“Mackenzie.” She leaned back, looking up into his eyes.
When she spoke his name – his real name – Mac groaned, never imagining how good it might sound coming from her lips. His eyes locked onto her mouth, soft, small and coral pink. Slightly parted, her lips were a most welcome sight. If this had been another day, he would most definitely lean closer to taste her. Just the thought made his shaft twitch.
“Mac. Are you alright?”
The question and the softness in her voice as she asked it caused his temper to veer to the brink, reason eluding him. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Hannah?” The stern voice didn’t seem to surprise her this time. “Why are you asking if I’m alright? What about you? Aren’t you pissed off that I dragged you into this? Why aren’t you blaming me? Telling me off? Christ, Hannah! Yell at me…scream…hit me…but do something ! React, God dammit!”
“Is that what you want?” she matched his tone, her usually soft voice rising to irate. “You want me to blame you for the life that you have lived, for the acts that you have committed? Well I don’t and I won’t. Yes, you obviously did some horrible deeds and had things done to you that I will never
“Stay here while I check, we may need to do another one.”
Mac went to the phone and checked the photograph which, thankfully, was just fine. It looked like two dead bodies, lying in the snow. He sent it to Aaron from Mike’s phone and a minute later, a reply came in. Aaron informed Mike that the money was in his account and they were ceasing all communication now, and for Mike to destroy his phone.
Before he could clean Hannah up, Mac had to get rid of the body. “Hannah, I need your help again. Come here, please.”
She pushed herself up from the ground and approached him. “What can I do?”
Removing his sweater, Mac used the back to wipe her face, hardly giving a thought to his torso bared to her. “I need you to help me dig a hole. Can you do that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He longed to show her the tenderness that she deserved but now was not the time. Mac put his shirt back on and located two shovels in a small shed. Giving one to Hannah, he led her into the trees and picked a spot. They began to dig through the snow together, working without pause or conversation until dark. He paused when he smelled something burning – Hannah didn’t have time to turn the stove off and the bottom of a pan burnt through – then he went straight back to digging.
Not once did she complain or ask to take a break. She didn’t even stop to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow or to get a jacket when she shivered. Hannah had more staying power than anyone he’d ever known and Mac respected that.
Respected her.
She really was everything she claimed to be, impossible as it seemed.
With the body sufficiently buried – as deep as they could get it in the frozen ground – and then covered with rocks, Mackenzie got rid of any and all evidence of the day’s events. Then he brought an exhausted Hannah inside, stripping her bloodied clothes off at the door as well as his own.
Naked and in his arms, though not exactly how he envisioned it happening, now was not the time to admire the smooth curves of her body.
Holding her tightly to his chest, he carried her to the shower and gently scrubbed every inch of her, removing all physical signs of the horror they just endured. She shuddered violently as the tears came, the absolute shock of the day hitting her just as hard as he knew it would.
Mac sat down cross-legged on the floor of the large tiled shower and held her body close, wishing that he could absorb this sweet woman into his flesh and keep her as a part of him forever.
“Hannah, I’m so sorry for dragging you into this. I should have just let you go back home,” he sighed, gently kneading his fingers over her scalp.
“Mackenzie.” She leaned back, looking up into his eyes.
When she spoke his name – his real name – Mac groaned, never imagining how good it might sound coming from her lips. His eyes locked onto her mouth, soft, small and coral pink. Slightly parted, her lips were a most welcome sight. If this had been another day, he would most definitely lean closer to taste her. Just the thought made his shaft twitch.
“Mac. Are you alright?”
The question and the softness in her voice as she asked it caused his temper to veer to the brink, reason eluding him. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Hannah?” The stern voice didn’t seem to surprise her this time. “Why are you asking if I’m alright? What about you? Aren’t you pissed off that I dragged you into this? Why aren’t you blaming me? Telling me off? Christ, Hannah! Yell at me…scream…hit me…but do something ! React, God dammit!”
“Is that what you want?” she matched his tone, her usually soft voice rising to irate. “You want me to blame you for the life that you have lived, for the acts that you have committed? Well I don’t and I won’t. Yes, you obviously did some horrible deeds and had things done to you that I will never
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