Manhunt in the Wild West

Fairfax.

Heart jolting into her throat, Chelsea screamed. At least she tried to. But he moved too quickly, getting an arm across her collarbones and pressing lightly on her throat while he clapped a hand across her mouth, holding her body motionless as effectively as he trapped the scream in her lungs.

“Don’t,” he ordered. “I won’t hurt you.”

Rationality said she should fight, but she hesitated instead, still caught up inside her own skull, torn between attraction and logic, between gratitude and fear.

When she stilled, his grip loosened a fraction. “Good girl,” he said, which was patronizing yet somehow soothed her, for reasons she promised herself she’d analyze later. “You going to behave if I let you go?”

She nodded as her pulse hammered in her veins.

“Okay. Here goes.” He let his hands fall away, and stepped back.

Chelsea bolted for the front door, screaming, “Help! Help me!”

She heard his bitter curse, heard his footsteps too close behind as she grabbed the knob and twisted. Before she could get the door open, she found herself hanging midair, suspended by her belt and the back of her shirt.

“Damn it.” He half hauled, half carried her into the living room, where he tossed her on the sofa. Then he loomed over her, cold blue eyes snapping with temper. “I said I’m not going to hurt you. Settle down!”

She glared back. “Why should I do anything you say?”

“I—” He snapped his jaw shut and exhaled. “Because you owe me one. I saved your life.”

Of all the things for her to feel at that moment, disappointment probably wasn’t the most logical. But that was what flooded through her, alongside a flare of anger and disillusionment at the realization that he was no different from the others, after all. He hadn’t saved her because she’d aroused some soft emotion in him. He’d saved her so he could use her.

“You want me to help you escape,” she said, voice flat with anger.

“I managed that one on my own, thanks.”

“Then what—” She thought of Rickey’s body and shuddered. “You’re going to kill me after all.”

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