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Shaking her tangled hair away from her eyes, Jane glared at her captors. “What do you want? Who are you?”
They ignored her, and pushed her roughly ahead of them. With her arms tied behind her, her balance was off, and she stumbled over a tangled vine. She couldn’t catch herself, and pitched forward with a small cry. Instinctively one of the soldiers grabbed for her. Trying to make it look accidental, she flung out one of her legs and tangled it through his, sending him crashing into a bush. She landed with a jolt on a knotted root, which momentarily stunned her and made her ears ring.
He came out of nowhere. One moment he wasn’t there; the next he was in the midst of them. Three quick blows with the side of his hand to the first soldier’s face and neck had the man crumpling like a broken doll. The soldier who Jane had tripped yelled and tried to swing his rifle around, but Grant lashed out with his boot, catching the man on the chin. There was a sickening thud; the man’s head jerked back, and he went limp.
Grant wasn’t even breathing hard, but his face was set and coldly furious as he hauled Jane to her feet and roughly turned her around. His knife sliced easily through the bonds around her wrists. “Why didn’t you stay where I left you?” he grated. “If I hadn’t heard you yelling—”
She didn’t want to think about that. “I did stay,” she protested. “Until those two almost walked over me. I was trying to hide, and to find you before you ran straight into them!”
He gave her an impatient glance. “I would’ve handled them.” He grabbed her wrist and began dragging her after him. Jane started to defend herself, then sighed. Since he so obviously had handled them, what could she say? She concentrated instead on keeping her feet under her and dodging the limbs and thorny vines that swung at her.
“Where are we going?”
“Be quiet.”
There was a loud crack, and Grant knocked her to the ground, covering her with his body. Winded, at first Jane thought that the thunder of the approaching storm had startled him; then her heart convulsed in her chest as she realized what the noise had been. Someone was shooting at them! The two soldiers hadn’t been the only ones nearby. Her eyes widened to dark pools; they were shooting at Grant, not at her! They would have orders to take her alive. Panic tightened her throat, and she clutched at him.
“Grant! Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, slipping his right arm around her and crawling with her behind the shelter of a large mahogany tree, dragging her like a predator carrying off its prey. “What happened to the Bren?”
“He knocked it out of my hand…over there.” She waved her hand to indicate the general area where she’d lost the gun. Grant glanced around, measuring the shelter available to him and swearing as he decided it was too much of a risk.
“I’m sorry,” Jane said, her dark eyes full of guilt.
“Forget it.” He unslung the rifle from his shoulder, his motions sure and swift as he handled the weapon. Jane hugged the ground, watching as he darted a quick look around the huge tree trunk. There was a glitter in his amber eyes that made her feel a little in awe of him; at this moment he was the quintessential warrior, superbly trained and toned, coolly assessing the situation and determining what steps to take.
Another shot zinged through the trees, sending bark flying only inches from Grant’s face. He jerked back, then swiped at a thin line of blood that trickled down from his cheekbone, where a splinter had caught him.
“Stay low,” he ordered, his tone flat and hard. “Crawl on your belly through those bushes right behind us, and keep going no matter what. We’ve got to get out of here.”
She’d gone white at the sight of the blood ribboning down his face, but she didn’t say anything. Controlling the shaking of her legs and arms, she got down on her stomach and obeyed, snaking her way into the emergent shrubs. She could feel him right behind her, directing her with his hand on her leg. He was deliberately keeping himself between her and the direction from which the shots had come, and the realization made her heart squeeze painfully.
Thunder rumbled, so close now that the earth shuddered from the shock waves. Grant glanced up. “Come on, rain,” he muttered. “Come on.”
It began a few minutes later, filtering through the leaves with a dripping sound, then rapidly intensifying to the thunderous deluge that she’d come to expect. They were soaked to the skin immediately, as if they’d been tossed into a waterfall. Grant shoved her ahead of him, heedless now of any noise they made, because the roar of the rain obliterated everything else. They covered about a hundred yards on their hands and knees, then he pulled her upright and brought his mouth close to her ear. “Run!” he yelled, barely making himself heard over the din of the pummeling rain.
Jane didn’t know how she could run but she did. Her legs were trembling, she was dizzy and disoriented, but somehow her feet moved as Grant pulled her through the forest at breakneck speed. Her vision was blurred; she could see only a confused jumble of green, and the rain, always the rain. She had no idea where they were going, but trusted Grant’s instincts to guide them.
Suddenly they broke free of the jungle’s edge, where man had cut back the foliage in an attempt to bring civilization to a small part of the tropical rain forest. Staggering across fields turned into a quagmire by the rain, Jane was held upright only by Grant’s unbreakable grip on her wrist. She fell to her knees once and he dragged her for a few feet before he noticed. Without a word he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her as effortlessly as ever, showing no trace of the exhaustion she felt.
She closed her eyes and hung on, already dizzy and now becoming nauseated as her stomach was jolted by his hard shoulder. Their surroundings had become a nightmare of endless gray water slapping at them, wrapping them in a curtain that obliterated sight and sound. Terror lay in her stomach in a cold, soggy lump, triggered by the sight of the blood on Grant’s face. She couldn’t bear it if anything happened to him, she simply couldn’t….
He lifted her from his shoulder, propping her against something hard and cold. Jane’s fingers spread against the support, and dimly she recognized the texture of metal. Then he wrenched open the door of the ancient pickup truck and picked her up to thrust her into the shelter of the cab. With a lithe twist of his body he slid under the wheel, then slammed the door.
“Jane,” he bit out, grabbing her shoulder in a tight grip and shaking her. “Are you all right? Are you hit?”
She was sobbing, but her eyes were dry. She stretched out a trembling hand to touch the red streak that ran down his rain-wet face. “You’re hurt,” she whispered; he couldn’t hear her over the thunder of the rain pounding on the metal top of the old truck, but he read her lips and gathered her in his arms, pressing hard, swift kisses to her dripping hair.
“It’s just a scratch, honey,” he reassured her. “What about you? Are you okay?”
She managed a nod, clinging to him, feeling the incredible warmth of his body despite the soggy condition of his clothes. He held her for a moment, then pulled her arms from around his neck and put her on the other side of the truck. “Sit tight while I get this thing going. We’ve got to get out of here before the rain stops and everyone comes out.”
He bent down and reached under the dash of the truck, pulling some wires loose.
“What are you doing?” Jane asked numbly.
“Hot-wiring this old crate,” he replied, and gave her a quick grin. “Pay close attention, since you’ve been so insistent that I do this. You may want to steal a truck someday.”
