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Again, he followed her instructions.
As she climbed down from the boulders, her heart beat faster. The air grew thick with portent, and she felt a little bit dizzy. Interaction with another human being had jolted something loose inside her head. Another memory. Not a pleasant one.
A sense of danger flared, and the heat spread through her veins, melting her resolve, dragging her toward a dangerous weariness. She was losing control. Fight it! Don’t give in! Bracing her back against the boulder, she faced the tall stranger.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” Her voice quavered. “Stay back.”
What next? It was hard to think. Her brain was in turmoil. She forced words through her lips. “Put your hands over your head.”
He followed her instructions. The precious, beautiful, delicious chocolate was within her grasp, but she couldn’t move. She stared at the center of Liam’s chest. And she remembered….
A burst of gunfire. It crashed and rattled inside her head. She saw blood that wasn’t her own. A man had been shot, fatally wounded. The thick, red blood spread across his chest as he staggered toward her.
Rain blinked rapidly, trying to clear this unwanted vision from her head. For an instant, she had seen the past with crystal clarity. And it terrified her.
She glanced down at the gun in her trembling hand, and she feared the worst. Had she fired the fatal bullet? Was she a murderer? In an awful yet logical way, it made sense. She hadn’t hesitated to shoot at Liam. Had someone else threatened her?
Oh God, what if she was on the run because she’d killed another human being? What if the hunters who were after her were lawmen?
Rain needed to find out more, to unlock her memories. Right now, Liam was her only source of information.
“The names,” she said. “Tell me again. What are the names of those missing people?”
“Kate Carradine,” he said. “Wayne Silverman.”
Had she killed Wayne Silverman? Though she couldn’t visualize his face, there was no doubt in her mind that he had died. His spirit had departed from this earth. “What else do you know?”
“Wayne was your boyfriend.” Liam’s hands were still raised above his head. “Together, you left Denver and went to the mountains for a camping trip. There were several forest fires that weekend. When you didn’t return on Monday morning, search parties started looking.”
“A fire.” When she had first come to this meadow, her clothing had smelled of smoke. It was becoming inescapably clear that she was, in fact, Kate Carradine.
“Let me help you,” Liam offered. “I’ll take you home where you’ll be safe.”
“Home?” But this forest was her home. If she returned to Denver, she would be walking into lethal peril. But how could that be? She’d be returning to her family. Her mother, Elizabeth. Her stepfather and stepbrother. Returning to their welcoming embrace gave her no comfort.
“Listen, Kate—”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not who you think I am.”
Liam raised his eyebrows. “You’re Kate Carradine.”
“No.” She could take care of herself as long as she stayed here. This was her sanctuary. Loudly, she proclaimed, “My name is Rain. I live here. And I’m not leaving. Not ever.”
In two measured steps, she approached the candy bar. Her intention was to retrieve her chocolate and take it back to her cave where she could eat it slowly and make the flavor last for days. But when she touched the smooth wrapper, her self-discipline faded.
One bite wouldn’t hurt. Still holding her Glock, she tore open the wrapper with her teeth. The smell was heavenly. Her taste buds danced with giddy anticipation. She bit through the chocolate and caramel. A warm memory of her father’s face flashed across her mind, easing her fear. Candy bars had only good, comforting associations for her.
Another taste. Chocolate smeared across her chapped lips. She licked it off and nibbled again.
When she looked up, she saw Liam watching her. He was grinning, and before she could stop herself, she returned his smile.
Just as quickly, she scowled. It was still too soon to trust him. “This isn’t funny, you know. I’ve been out here for twenty-eight days.”
“I’m not laughing.” He knitted his fingers together and rested his hands on top of his head. “I like to see a woman who enjoys her food.”
She took another small bite, savoring the texture. The sugar rushed through her system, boosting her energy, giving her a false sense of well-being. “All right, Liam. What kind of work do you do when you’re not flying search and rescue for CCC?”
“I’m a charter pilot based out of Grand Lake.”
“Why did you come to this spot?”
“A couple of days ago, I took aerial photos of your meadow. When the pictures came back, I noticed a parka on the ground.”
She nodded. He was telling the truth. Her parka had gotten wet and she’d laid it out in the grasses to dry. “So you came back to look around.”
“That’s right,” he said. “Now, I have a question for you. Why do you want to stay here?”
“I want to be left alone.”
“Something’s got you scared,” he said.
His perceptiveness surprised her. Her eyes narrowed as she met his gaze. “Why do you think I’m afraid?”
Steadily and calmly, he said, “You’re hiding from something. Why?”
This was more than enough sharing of information. Even if Liam wasn’t one of the hunters, she wanted him gone. Rain had no intention of leaving these mountains.
She’d nibbled the candy bar down to a stub, which she held out toward him. “The rest is yours.”
As he approached, she realized her mistake in inviting him closer. Before she could pull the candy bar back, Liam took it from her. And he kept on coming.
She scrambled backward until she was trapped between the boulder and this tall, muscular man. He must be nuts to come at her like this. Didn’t he see the Glock? The barrel was only inches away from his belly. If she pulled the trigger—
He grasped her wrist and bent her elbow. The bore of the gun pointed toward the sky. His body pressed against hers. She could feel his hard strength and the heat that emanated from him. This was her first human contact in weeks, and the sensation startled her. She’d forgotten what it was like to be touched.
His nearness took her breath away. His fingers locked firmly around her forearm, and his gaze imprisoned hers.
“I could disarm you.” He wasn’t bragging, merely stating a fact.
Her lips pressed tightly together. There was no point in objecting. Liam was capable of physically overpowering her.
“However…” His voice was deep and resonant and— God help her!—sexy. “I’m not interested in taking your gun away.”
Up close, his hazel eyes were flecked with gold and deep, forest green. He stared with an unblinking intensity that verified her earlier impression: this was a stubborn man. She asked, “What do you want from me?”
“The truth,” he said. “You could have returned to civilization if you wanted. You seem to be healthy enough to hike out. But you stayed here, and I want to know why.”
Rain swallowed hard. “I don’t have a simple explanation.”
“We’ve got time to talk,” he said. “Without having you wave a gun in my face.”
“Fair enough.”
When he stepped back and released her, the gun lowered to her side. The fact that he had released her, rather than press his advantage, counted for a great deal. Though still wary, she had to believe that he meant her no harm.
“Come with me.” Rain circled around the boulders and led him into her little camp. He was the first person to see her wilderness home.
“Very nice,” he said.
She was proud of what she’d done here. The gravelled area in front of her cave was neatly groomed. This was her dining room and kitchen. She’d cleared away the foliage and built her fire pit against the rocks. Using stones and a sturdy pine branch with the bark whittled away, she’d made a spit across the fire. Though she hadn’t managed to catch any fresh meat to cook on her spit, she used the branch to hang her only cooking pot above the flames. The water in the pot churned at a slow, erratic boil.
She offered, “Would you like some tea?”
“Sure.”
Luckily, she had two cups—one of which she used for brushing her teeth by the creek. She poured water into the toothbrush cup to rinse it out.
“What’s that?” he asked. “The thing you’re using to hold your water?”
“It’s a sock.”
“I can see that. Why isn’t the water draining through it?”
“Because it’s lined with a condom.”
“Ah.” A sick expression pulled down the corners of his mouth. “And where did you find condoms?”
“In my backpack.” She pointed to three other condom-socks hanging from tree branches. “Handy little things. They hold about a quart of water each. Does that seem excessive to you?”
“Not if they’re elephant condoms.”
She dipped boiling water from the pot into each cup and added her own special mixture of sage, sorrel bark and mint. “We let it steep. Then, it’s tea.”
He asked, “Is this all the food you’ve had to eat?”
“I had seven MREs. Those lasted for about two weeks.”
“Meals, Ready-to-Eat. Like in the Army.” Liam leaned against a boulder beside the fire. “So you packed for a week’s worth of camping.”
“I had all the basics.”
Whether or not she’d packed these items herself was an unanswered question. Surreptitiously, she glanced toward the expedition-sized backpack that leaned against the inner wall of her cave. In addition to the camping gear, the bottom of the backpack had been lined with neatly wrapped bundles of hundred-dollar bills. Almost fifty thousand in cash. There had also been a pouch containing jewelry—diamonds and gold.
Rain had tried and tried to come up with reasonable explanations for why she might be carrying money and gems on a camping trip. Unfortunately, she kept coming back to the same conclusion: this loot was stolen. Which made her a thief. If she added that fact to the revelation that she was also possibly a murderer…
“What else was in your pack?” he asked.
No way would she tell him about the treasure. “A hunting knife. Fishing kit. Sleeping bag. That cooking pot. And first aid supplies, thank goodness.”
“Were you injured?”
She rolled up the tattered sleeve of her silk blouse and the T-shirt she wore on top of it. A wide, red scar crossed the middle of her upper arm. “This was bad at first, but I used antiseptic from the first aid kit. And I made a poultice from valerian leaves and roots to draw out the infection. I’m not sure if that was the right herb, but it seemed to help.”
“Was that your only wound?”
She reached up and rubbed her hand through her spiky hair. “I had a bump on my head. No big deal.”
Liam knew that head injuries could be tricky. If she’d had a concussion, it might explain her strange behavior. “You should see a doctor.”
“I’m already healed,” she said blithely. “No infections.”
“Kate, you have to go back,” he said gently. “Sooner or later, you need to let your family know you’re all right. Your mother’s worried.”
“When you leave, you can tell her that I’m okay.”
“She wants you to come home. She’s the one who convinced CCC to continue the search.”
An expression of concern crossed her face, and her gaze turned inward, as though she were reviewing her options. Then, she shook her head. “No,” she said simply. “This is my home. I’m safe here.”
“Safe from what?” he asked. “Why do you think you’re in danger?”
“I just know.”
She handed him a cup of fragrant mint tea and returned to the fire. She wasn’t insane. Her little hideout was orderly and efficient. Her ability to survive required an intelligent application of concentration and knowledge.
But she had completely disowned her prior existence; she refused to be Kate Carradine. “Is somebody after you? Who is it?”
She whipped around to face him. Her fists planted on her hips. Her voice was a challenge. “I can’t remember.”
That didn’t make a whole lot of sense. If she’d been scared enough to stay in hiding for nearly a month, she must know why. “Are you saying that you can’t remember their names?”
She met his gaze. “I can’t remember anything. When I first came here, my memory was completely gone. The slate was wiped clean.”
Son of a bitch! She had amnesia.
Chapter Three
As Liam studied the defiant woman who stood before him, he realized that handling Kate Carradine would require a delicate touch. He couldn’t fling her over his shoulder and haul her out of the forest. He needed to overcome her resistance and convince her to cooperate. Not an easy proposition.
When he’d worked for the Denver district attorney, he’d honed his skills in interrogation, and he was pretty damn good at knowing when someone was telling the truth. But how could he deal with amnesia? He wasn’t a psychologist. “You don’t remember anything?”
“Nothing about the immediate past.” She squared her thin shoulders and gave a diffident shrug. “It’s not really important.”
“The hell it isn’t.”
“If I can’t remember, what difference does it make?”
