Heart of the Hunter by Lindsay McKenna

Author:Lindsay McKenna [McKenna, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance
ISBN: 9780373242146
Google: iY9k8M-3CVoC
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1997-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Bright sunlight lanced into the hut’s window, waking Reid. He felt the warmth on his face and groaned, lifting his hand to rub his eyes. Almost instantly, he missed Casey being in his arms. Tearing himself from sleep, Reid sat up. Where was she?

He blinked, trying to rid himself of the grogginess that still blanketed his senses. Looking around the sunlit hut, he realized she was not here. Outside the hut, he heard the pleasant Bantu language drifting into earshot. Several dogs were barking somewhere in the distance, and he heard a number of children screaming and playing nearby. The odor of food made his stomach growl. Rubbing his belly, Reid forced himself to his feet. Looking around, he saw that Casey’s feminine nightgown was neatly folded on the table.

Had last night really happened? He touched his mouth, the taste, the feel of Casey still there, still resonating and making him tingle with longing. Yes, it had happened. His body remembered it well. His heart felt wide-open, like someone had put a hot brand on it. Rubbing his chest, he slowly turned around and pulled aside the fabric that covered the door. The sunlight was strong and he blinked several times before he realized the truck was gone. Casey was gone! Suddenly, all his warrior senses sprang to life.

With a curse, Reid moved back into the hut. He shed his pajama bottoms and quickly pulled on a pair of dark green marine utilities and a white cotton shirt. After he laced up his hiking boots, he slipped on the shoulder holster and pulled a lightweight jacket over it. Hurrying outside, he noticed the rainstorm of the night before had left the land washed clean, and the red soil a muddy mire.

Children played around some of the campfires where food was cooking in kettles. He saw a number of older women tending the fires and food. Shading his eyes, he made a sweep around the village. The truck was nowhere to be seen. And neither was Casey.

“The morning is old.”

Reid whirled around, his eyes widening. A man in his mid-forties judging by his salt-and-pepper hair, and wearing jeans, boots and a white linen shirt, smiled at him.

“I am Paul, oldest son of Henri,” he said, extending his hand.

Reid grasped it, noting the man’s resemblance to Henri. Paul had his father’s thin frame, broad brow and high cheekbones. Reid immediately felt he could trust him. “Reid Hunter. Have you seen Casey?”

“Yes, I did. She left several hours ago. I assume you want to help her out at the site?”

Reid nodded. “I do. How can I get there?”

“By horseback.” He smiled again.

“I see… .”

“Follow me. I will take you by horseback to the cave area. We have no cars here, other than those brought by visitors. My father has some fine Thoroughbred horses given to him several years ago. When I come home from Kinshasa for a visit, he allows me to ride them. My father is too old to ride, but my children, as well as Henri’s other grandchildren like them.

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