I think Ive lost weight, he said.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she moved closer to him. You seemed pretty hungry earlier.
You havent asked me how I got in this condition.
For a second, her faint smile faltered, and he realized hed struck a nerve. But her smile recovered quickly and she gave an artful shrug. I didnt want to pry until you were warm and fed. Maybe got some rest, you know? Youve clearly been through a lot. I figured you might want to wait to tell me about it until you felt better.
He took a step closer to her, taking advantage of the difference in their height. I could be a serial killer for all you know.
She didnt flinch, her smile expanding as his legs began to wobble under him. I think I could take you. In this condition, anyway.
He reached for the nearest armchair and sat, his legs trembling. The heat of the fire nearby was too tempting to resist; he turned toward the flames, stretching out his hands while slanting a look at his pretty hostess. Youre one of those women whos not afraid of anything?
Oh, youve never seen me with a spider, she answered lightly as she pulled her own armchair next to him.
One corner of his mouth lifted. Now I know how to pay you back for your hospitality. Arachnicide is my specialty. Just give me a rolled-up piece of paper and stand back.
The smile she darted his way made his gut twist unexpectedly. Damn, but she was a good-looking woman, all wavy dark hair and eyes the color of a summer sky. And those jeans and that snug-fitting T-shirt showed off a slim but deliciously curvy body that he hoped would haunt his dreams tonight.
Anything to drive away the nightmares that had tormented him since the truck full of bearded thugs had run him off the road nearly a month ago.
Is there someone I should call? She stretched her own small hands toward the fire.
How could he answer that? The truth was, he wasnt sure what to do. The FBI employee hed been for over a decade demanded that he call the authorities, turn himself in and tell his story. The truth would out.
But the boy from eastern Kentucky knew that sometimes, the truth wasnt enough to keep a man alive. Some of the most evil people in the world could hide behind a badge and the veil of authority. He knew that from experience, including his most recent brush with corruption in the guise of justice.
Im not sure, he said finally. I think maybe sleeping on it is a good idea, if thats okay with you.
Her eyes narrowed slightly at his words, but she just gave a nod and laid her head back against the chair. They sat in silence for a while, tension sharpening the warm air wafting around them.
Did she think his hesitation meant he had something to hide from the authorities? Was she considering calling the cops herself as soon as he went to bed?
It was a chance hed have to take, because he was almost asleep as it was. If he stayed here much longer, he wasnt sure he could drag himself out of this chair. And no matter how tough or strong she thought she was, he doubted she could haul his weary butt over to the sofa by herself.
Ill take the sofa, he offered. No need to run you out of your bed.
She shook her head. Take the bed. Youre the one in bad condition. The sofa sleeps fine, and Im short enough not to be uncomfortable sleeping on it. She waved her hand toward the pillows and blankets piled up at the end of the sofa. Im set for the night.
He looked at her, taking in the guileless expression on her face. He wanted desperately to trust someone, especially someone as pretty as the woman whod introduced herself as Nicki. But trust didnt come easily to someone like him on the best of days. And good days had been thin on the ground for him for a while now.
Youre remarkably easygoing for someone who just had a stranger crash her life, he said as he pushed to his feet.
She rose with him. Thatll probably change when youre stronger.
Glad to know you plan to keep me on my toes.
Ive seen you flat on your face. On your toes is definitely the way to go. She nodded toward the hallway. Go to bed. Ill lock up and well see how you feel in the morning.
The walk to the bedroom felt as if he was hiking uphill all the way, but he finally made it to the edge of the bed and sank on the soft mattress, facedown. He would move in just a minute. Crawl under the covers and settle down like a real human being.
It was the last lucid thought he had for a long while.
* * *
WHEN SHE CHECKED on Dallas Cole, she found him lying facedown on the bed, angled diagonally across the mattress as if hed fallen asleep as soon as his body hit the bed.
Good. She needed him to be dead to the world for a little while.
She had somewhere to go.
Bundling up against the dropping temperature outside, she headed east through the woods that butted up to her cabin, going uphill for almost a mile until she reached the small creek that snaked its way down the mountain to join with Bowden Fork south of Rivers End. At this particular curve of the stream, there was a small natural cave that was only a few feet deep and barely tall enough for Nicki to enter hunched over.
Just inside, a loose stone hid a cavity about eight inches deep into the cave wall. About the size of the mail cubbyhole at the motel where shed worked a few years ago, the cavity was just big enough to hold a folded-up letter like the one tucked in the pocket of her jeans.
She took a deep breath and tucked the letter into the cavity, then replaced the stone.
Outside the cave, she scanned the woods around her to be certain she was alone. But there was nobody else out there. Only idiots and people with something to hide would be out in this weather.
Next to the cave was a fallen log. She turned the log onto its side until a broken limb about the length of her forearm revealed itself. She propped up the log with a stone to keep it from rolling back over and headed back down the mountain toward her cabin.
She didnt know how often the man she thought of as Agent X passed this way. Sometimes two or more days would go by before shed see the log back in its original position, her signal that something was waiting for her inside the cave cubbyhole.
But she had a feeling he passed this way daily, just in case she needed his help. At least, she liked to think he did.
It made her feel a little less alone in this dangerous world in which she now operated.
The people she worked with at the diner in town called her a dinosaur because she eschewed so much of the technology they couldnt live without. She owned no computer, though she knew more about how to use them than any of her coworkers and customers would believe. She had a cell phone out of necessity, since power on the mountain could go down so easily, leaving her without phone service, as well. But she turned on the phone only when her landline wasnt working. She had no desire to be instantly reachable, especially when she was on what shed come to think of as her secret missions.
How on earth had her life come to this? Thered been a time, not very long ago, when nobody who knew her would believe shed take on a dangerous undercover mission on the side of the good guys.
Not Nicolette Jamison, the wild girl from the Smoky Mountains whod never met a bad situation she couldnt make worse. Somehow, by the grace of God and a generous utilization of her good looks and native charm, shed managed to skirt the edge of the law without quite crossing the point of no return, keeping her record clean enough to pass cursory scrutiny.
Shed never pretended to be a saint. Hell, she wasnt one now.
But she knew the difference between trouble and evil. Trouble could lose you a few nights of sleep. Evil would rob you of your life without blinking. And the men she was tangling with these days were about as evil as they came in these parts.
Snow had begun to fall by the time she reached the clearing where her cabin slumbered quietly in the dark. Fat, fluffy flakes started to pile up on her shoulders and dampen the ski cap shed tugged down to cover her ears. She hurried up the porch steps as quickly as she dared, dodging the spot on the second step that creaked whenever it took any weight, and hurried to the front door, automatically checking the lock to make sure it was still secure.
Still locked up, nice and tight.
She slipped her key into the lock and turned it carefully. The door opened with only the faintest of creaks and closed behind her with an almost imperceptible snick. She engaged the lock and sat in the nearest chair to remove her hiking boots before she padded silently in socked feet down the hallway toward her bedroom.
The door was still open a crack, just as shed left it. She could just make out Dallas Coles lean form, still lying diagonally across the bed. She waited a moment until she could make out the steady rise and fall of his breathing before she tiptoed back to the living room and finished undressing for the night.
She slipped on a pair of flannel pajamas shed found tucked in the bottom of her drawer, a gag gift from her cousin last Christmas inspired by her past visit, when hed found her sleeping in his bed, dressed in his Atlanta Braves T-shirt and nothing else. The timing had been particularly bad, given that hed promised his bed to the pretty blonde he had brought home for the night.
Flannel pajamas were about as far from her normal nighttime attire as it got, but she was trying out the straight and narrow these days. Well, straighter and narrower, anyway. No more wandering around in skimpy nighties when strange men were staying the night.
No more strange men staying the night anymore, for that matter. Some undesirable habits deserved to be broken, and her addiction to bad boys was one of them.
She wondered what kind of boy Dallas Cole was. If all she had to go on was the FBI record her boss, Alexander Quinn, had gotten his hands on, shed say Dallas Cole was about as good a boy as they got. Hardworking, well liked by his colleagues, a go-getter who was looking to move up the ladder at the FBI even though he wasnt a special agent.
What had happened that night three weeks ago when hed headed south out of Washington, DC, and disappeared without a trace until now?
Did he have a hidden bad-boy side nobody had ever seen?
She had to find out before he was strong enough to give her real trouble.
* * *
DALLAS EASED HIS eyes open when he heard Nickis soft footfalls retreat down the hall. Damn. That had been close.
Hed barely made it back to the bedroom before he heard her key in the front door lock, a tiny clink of metal on metal that he probably wouldnt have noticed if he hadnt been listening for it. If hed still been asleep, he wouldnt have heard it at all.
But the sound of her leaving had roused him from a deep sleep, leaving his nerves jangling and his mind reeling. Hed dragged himself from bed in time to see her disappear into the woods on the right side of the house, bundled up against the cold.
Hed waited by the window until his legs had given out, then sat in the chair near the fire for almost an hour, going by the clock on the mantel that ticked away the minutes with sharp little clicks of the second hand.
Where the hell had she gone? Did she go to meet someone?
Had she told anyone where to find him?
It didnt matter, he realized as his vigil ticked over to a new hour. He was too tired and weak to make his escape. He had nowhere to go.
Her footsteps on the porch had jolted him from a light doze a few minutes ago. Hed peeked through the narrow gap in the curtains in time to see her easing her way up the wooden porch steps.
Hed made it back to the bed with only seconds to spare, forcing his respiration to a slow, even tempo even though his heart was racing like a rabbit chased by a fox.
He eased over to his back, wincing a little as the bed creaked. He held his breath, waiting for her to return, but after a few minutes, he realized she must have settled down for the night.
He stared at the dark ceiling over his head, his heart still pounding from the rush of adrenaline that had driven him back to bed.
Where had she gone tonight? Who had she seen? What had she said?
Would he live to regret stumbling into her path tonight?
Chapter Three
Frost painted the cabin windows with delicate fronds of ice, lit by the morning sunlight angling through the glass. Outside, snow blanketed the ground and glistened in the trees, catching every drop of dayglow and refracting it into diamond sparkles.
Nicki pressed her forehead against the icy glass, remembering her six-year-old self doing much the same thing on a snowy morning in the Smoky Mountains, before everything went so awfully, irrevocably wrong.
Footsteps behind her drew her back to jaded reality, and she turned to see Dallas Cole enter the kitchen. He moved with a painful hitch that made her own back ache in sympathy, and the nights sleep had done little to return color to his cheeks or vigor to his demeanor.
You look like you could use another weeks sleep, she murmured, reaching for the empty cup shed set out for him earlier. Coffee?
Please. He groped for the back of the nearest chair and settled down at the small table in the window nook.
Creamer? Sugar?
Just black. He looked at the frosty window. How much snow did we get?
Just a couple of inches.
His dark eyes narrowed as she set a cup of steaming coffee in front of him and took the chair across from him. Did you sleep okay on the sofa?
There was a strange tone to his voice that she couldnt quite read. Yeah, it was fine.
Thanks for letting me have the bed. Very comfortable. He took a sip of coffee, grimacing. Shed made it strong.
Sure you dont want some creamer?
Its perfect. His gaze flicked up to meet hers. Did I miss anything while I was dead to the world?
There was that odd tone again. Just the snow.
Right. He looked down at the coffee in his cup.
Is something wrong?
He shook his head, not looking at her. No.
Now she knew something was wrong. But he clearly didnt intend to tell her what it was, so she let it go for the moment. That bump on your jaw went down overnight.
He lifted his fingers to the abraded spot where his face had grazed the pavement when he fell, wincing at the touch. Shouldve seen the other guy.
What other guy, exactly?
His gaze flicked up to hers again. Other guy? You know I got this when I hit the pavement.
You didnt get in that condition by yourself. She had a pretty good idea how hed ended up wandering in the woods, but she couldnt exactly reveal what she knew to Dallas Cole or anyone else.
Her life depended on folks in Rivers End believing she was an ordinary fry cook with some medical skills that might come in handy for a group of people who didnt want the authorities looking too closely at their activities.