False Security. Elizabeth Goddard
cave doesn’t go back very far,” she said. “Maybe a few yards. I doubt there’s a bear in here or we would know it by now. Bad guys, too. Besides, I can’t believe they could find this cave. Even in the summer it’s well hidden. Forget about it in the winter, especially with the approaching storm.”
“We don’t know if they scouted the area before their attack. We can’t be too careful.”
Zach’s eyes adjusted to the dim light spilling through the cave’s opening along with the cold and snow. The weather looked bleak out there and made him grateful they’d found this temporary shelter.
“Might as well get comfortable.” Olivia put her hand against the wall and slid down to the hard ground, her boots scraping dirt and pebbles. She wrapped her arms around herself.
The cave’s temperature was much warmer than outside, but even wearing the snowmobile garb, he could feel the cold seeping in. Zach frowned. They had nothing with which to make a fire. He wasn’t sure they’d want to risk giving themselves away even if they could build one.
Remaining standing, he watched the entrance in case any moment one of the men who had been shooting at them entered the cave to shelter from the storm, too. He and Olivia could have been followed.
He glanced down at her. She’d leaned her head against her knees, hair spilling over her back and shoulders. He wanted to dispel the memories and the sudden longing to hold her, but just as he would have looked away, she lifted her head, her cinnamon eyes capturing his gaze.
“I was shocked to see you today, Zach. The men shooting at us, that whole thing was a shocker, too. But you appeared out of nowhere.”
Yeah, he got that. He hadn’t been expecting to see her either. It was here in the Siskiyous that he’d first fallen in love with her one summer. But seeing her in the flesh today? His throat grew tight.
“Seeing you surprised me, too, but when you think about it, it makes sense,” he said.
“Right. You were Rich’s best friend, maybe you still are. But obviously you came here to meet him for some reason. He didn’t know I was living here and acted downright put out to see me.”
Zach shifted then leaned against the rock wall. He’d watch the entrance another hour. If the men didn’t find the cave within that time, he doubted they would. Besides, they likely had their own supplies to set up a shelter or found an empty cabin somewhere. An empty house like the Kendricks’.
If not, they’d die in this weather.
“How did he seem?”
Olivia stretched her legs and leaned against the wall behind her, resting her head. “Something was wrong. I knew that I should have paid more attention. But I was so glad to see him and thought maybe whatever was disturbing him had to do with the job he left. So I dreamed that he could stay here and work with me at Wilderness, Inc. for a while. Coop even said he could use a new guide. I was on my way back from Gideon and talking to Coop about using Rich as a guide. He knows the area. And business has been good.”
“Coop?”
“Cooper Wilde. He runs Wilderness, Inc. here in the mountains out of Gideon. It’s an adventure excursion and wilderness training business. Anyway, I guess this answers the question about what happened to Rich.”
“What do you mean?”
“I followed the snowmobile tracks from the house. There was blood, Zach. Blood on the snow. It had to be Rich’s. The guys shooting at us? All I can think is they were after him and he took a bullet, maybe, before he ran and got away on his snowmobile.”
“We can’t know for sure, but that sounds like one possibility. Regardless, it seems they want to kill us, whatever the reason.”
If those men were after Rich and he had led them here, to his sister... Zach paced the cave, fisting his gloved hand and squeezing the pistol grip with his other. Every choice a person made could have catastrophic effects on everyone else. He’d experienced that firsthand and felt the repercussions of his own decisions to the marrow in his bones.
“If only we could find Rich,” Olivia said. “Make sure he’s safe, help him if he’s hurt. I’m worried about him out there in this storm, maybe even bleeding to death.”
“Nothing we can do about it.”
Olivia shot him a glare. He knew she saw the change in him—that he’d hardened over the years. Inwardly, he sighed, wishing for the younger version of himself.
He didn’t like the thought of Rich suffering out there either and should be more reassuring to his friend’s sister. “If I know anything about your brother, it’s that he has survival skills, and he’s out there surviving, making it through this storm, just like us. We have to trust that Rich will rely on his training.”
If he isn’t already dead.
Olivia had seen Rich’s pack on the bed. He hadn’t taken time to gather supplies before he fled for his life. She couldn’t share Zach’s confidence in her brother’s training.
She studied Zach as he watched the cave entrance. Her heart skipped a little. Back in high school, he’d been the kind of guy every girl could fall for, and now, to her chagrin, he looked even better.
He exhibited a kind of masculinity that was hard to resist. Skilled and confident. But those skills were the very thing that stood between them and had torn them apart. That and the choices he’d made.
Olivia shoved thoughts of the past away and focused on the very real and dangerous present. What else did Zach know about her brother? Why had Rich asked him to meet at the house? Her teeth chattered, preventing her from voicing the questions.
Shivering, she tucked her knees up against her chest and rested her chin on them again. How were they going to make it through tonight without a fire, even in this cave? It wasn’t deep enough to prevent the snow from swirling in, ushered by the ice-cold wind that had ramped up.
She buried her face in her knees, trying to keep the cold at bay.
Zach clomped across the cave and stood next to her. He slid down the wall and scooted right up close to her.
“What...what are you doing?” she asked.
“You’re cold. I’m cold.”
She thought to shift away from him but his body heat drew her, though reluctantly. Then he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him, nice and tight. “Come on, Olivia. We have to keep warm. The past is the past, and we can keep it there. No need to dredge up what happened before. At the moment we’re just two people doing what we have to do in order to survive, right?”
She nodded. “Well, when you put it that way.”
When she peeked at him, he showed her that half grin she remembered and liked. What was he thinking? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but she accepted the warmth he offered then pressed her face into her knees again. Maybe she’d warm up enough after a while to scoot away from him. But right now, she couldn’t think straight. Somehow she had to come to grips with everything that had happened over the last several hours. Images swirled like snowflakes in her mind.
Rich’s disappearance.
The blood in the snow.
The snowmobile tracks.
The men with the guns.
And...Zach.
She could hardly believe she was waiting out a storm in this cave with him and that he had his strong arm around her. Life had a way of going in circles. He was right—without survival gear, they had no choice but to use their body heat to stay warm. They couldn’t risk discovery by building a fire when lunatics pursued them, openly firing at them, shooting to kill. She hated that these men had turned