Wanted Woman by B. J. Daniels

Author:B. J. Daniels
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Women motorcyclists, Fiction - Romance, Victims of crime, Romance: Modern, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Sheriffs, Romantic suspense fiction, Suspense, Romance - Contemporary, General & Literary Fiction, Romance & Sagas, General, Victims of crimes, Romance - General
ISBN: 9780373227785
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2004-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

It was just breaking day by the time Jesse found her. He spotted a single tire track in a muddy spot at the edge of the pavement a quarter mile past the locked gate of a closed campground.

He kept going down the road without slowing, then parked the truck and walked back, hoping for the element of surprise.

Following the track, he wove his way through the dark woods, the sky above him a palette of pastels. As the bike track drew him deeper into the dark woods, he could hear the sound of the MacKenzie River, smell the water mingling with the scent of cedar.

This was the first morning in months that it hadn’t rained—at least not yet. A sure sign that spring was coming.

The sky lightened over the tops of the trees as he walked. She’d hidden well. No one would look back in here for her. No one but Jesse Tanner who’d been raised here and knew all the good hiding places from back when he was running from the law instead of enforcing it.

As he moved cautiously through the empty campground, it dawned on him that she might not be alone. That maybe the production manager at the plant had been wrong and that Maggie had been with the man.

No, his gut instinct told him she was traveling solo. Whatever mission she was on, she was on it alone. She wouldn’t have dragged anyone into this. The man Frances Sanders had seen had to have been chasing Maggie, just like it had seemed. Who, he wondered, was after her? And why?

Jesse was at the farthest point from the highway when he spotted the dark colored tent through the trees. It blended in nicely with the terrain. He wondered if she’d planned it that way. He didn’t see the bike anywhere around. Maybe she hadn’t returned yet.

Cautiously he moved closer, the rush of the river next to the tent masking his footfalls.

Other than the river, the day seemed unusually quiet as if holding its breath—just as he was doing as he neared the tent.

It was a two-man tent. The flap on one end was open and he could see that the space inside was empty. That seemed odd. He felt a stab of worry cut through him. She wouldn’t have left the closure unzipped unless—

He caught sight of her bike out of the corner of his eyes. It was partially hidden in the vegetation a half dozen yards behind the tent near the river.

She was here. Somewhere. Had she seen him approach? Was she hiding? More like waiting to attack him when he got too close?

He moved cautiously toward the bike. If she was planning a quick escape, she wouldn’t want to be far from her mode of transportation.

That’s when he saw her. Just a flash of flesh through the trees. He swore under his breath as he saw that she was standing buck naked in a pool of river water, her back to him.

The water pooled around her waist as she sudsed her hair, working quickly in what had to be freezing cold water.

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