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SHE CRAB-CRAWLED back a few inches, afraid of the man.
He’d said he was a cop. She didn’t know why that scared her more than comforted.
But he had kind, amazing green eyes in a youthful, handsome face. He was probably only in his late twenties.
Not much older than…
How old am I? she wondered for a hot second before he said, “What’s your name?”
She opened her mouth to answer but couldn’t.
She shook her head, both in denial and as if that might shake loose the response, but it didn’t.
“I don’t know,” she said as a shiver wracked her body despite the warmth of his jacket. It still held his body heat and smelled nice.
Masculine and clean.
“Do you know where you are?” he asked as he helped her to her feet.
“Thank you,” she said because the ground had been cold and slightly damp. The morning sun had yet to pierce the tree leaves and warm the earth.
He didn’t release her hand, steadying her as they picked their way to the hard-packed trail she had spotted earlier that morning. She had been trying to reach it in the hope of…
What had she been hoping? To escape? she asked herself even as he once again asked, “Do you know where you are?”
She wanted to curse at him that she was on the side of a mountain with a stranger and a massive black dog that looked more like a bear, but held back. He seemed to be trying to help.
“You’re bleeding,” he said.
She reached up to the warmth on her forehead and encountered sticky wetness.
As she brought her hand down, she stared at the cherry-red blood on her fingers, and her knees buckled slightly.
He slipped an arm around her waist, offering support, and she reacted, driving her foot down on his instep and jabbing his solar plexus, drawing a grunt from him.
“Easy. I’m just trying to help,” he said, echoing her thoughts.
“I can take care of myself,” she said and instantly felt stupid.
She was lost on an unknown trail, cold and bleeding, and she couldn’t even remember her name, much less anything else. Except that maybe she couldn’t trust the police.
