Without a Trace by Velvet Vaughn

Author:Velvet Vaughn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, romantic suspense, romantic story, romantic suspense series, romance and suspense, romantic suspense novel, suspense and romance, romantic ebook, romantic suspense new release, romance romantic suspense ebook
Publisher: Velvet Vaughn

Chapter Twelve

Amelia decided Ryan was either military or law enforcement the moment he regained consciousness. The cadence of his breathing changed, and his lids fluttered. As soon as his eyes opened, his hand shot to his hip, reaching for a non-existent weapon.

“Hey, how are you—”

Her words died in a choked gasp when Ryan reared up and wrapped his hand around her neck. As quickly as he grabbed her, his grip was gone, and she stumbled back, sputtering out a cough.

“Are you okay, Amelia?”

Wyatt had Ryan’s arms pinned down and he was staring at her with concern.

She swallowed. “I’m fine.”

Wyatt turned back to Ryan. “I’d hate to have saved your sorry ass just to turn around and kill you,” he growled. “You just attacked the doctor who’s cared for you for two days you son of a bitch.”

“Sorry,” Ryan croaked. “Truly. Thought you were the bad guys.” His eye fluttered closed.

Amelia tapped Wyatt on the shoulder. “Let me examine him.”

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. “The hell you say. I don’t trust him.”

“I won’t try anything again,” Ryan promised, his eyes still closed. “I’m too weak to fight you. I’ll trust you’re a doctor.”

“I am.” Wyatt still hadn’t released him. “Wyatt.” Her voice had an edge of warning. Yes, it was sexy as hell that he wanted to take care of her, but she didn’t need him or any man to do that. She could handle herself. If Wyatt hadn’t jumped in, she’d have been able to extract herself from Ryan’s grip with a few crafty moves former Navy SEAL Dorian Demarchis taught her. He showed her several ways to disable an attacker and most of them involved fighting dirty.

Mumbling his displeasure, Wyatt eased to the side but didn’t go far. She rolled her eyes. Alpha males. Focusing her attention on the patient, she asked, “Ryan, are you still with me?”

“Yeah.”

“I need to check your pupils. Can you open your eyes…er, eye?”

One lid blinked open to reveal an iris the light grey of a stormy sky. With her thumb, she lifted the lid of his swollen eye. His pupils were equal and reflective to light. A good sign. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Ryan. Ryan Marx. Wait…” His hand gripped her wrist and Wyatt growled. He released her instantly. “Sorry. You called me Ryan earlier. How did you know my name?” His voice was laced with suspicion.

“It was a guess. We found a backpack with a tag on it, belonging to a Ryan Marx. We assumed it was you.”

“It was—is. Who are you, anyway?”

“My name is Doctor Amelia Howell and I’m a practicing physician in the United States. This is Wyatt Hollister. He’s a security specialist with COBRA Securities, also in the States. Do you know what country you’re in, Ryan?”

His brows creased. “I was backpacking with friends in the Brazilian rainforest when we were separated. A group of men attacked me, but I was able to get off a shot before they overpowered me and beat me until I lost consciousness. I don’t know if it was a dream, but I remember waking up in some kind of cell.

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