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Excerpt:
The
cold hurt. Gnawing into her flesh, it burned and coiled, making
her ache and pain in every inch of her body. If someone didn't find
her soon, she'd need fingers or toes or possibly entire limbs amputated.
Fear surged over Mikey Dunn as it never had before.
Suddenly
she thought of Travis, hurtling down the dark road, desperate for
news of his mother, completely unaware it was Mikey who was in mortal
danger. Not knowing that she loved him.
She'd
been stupid not to tell him, to have wasted precious time believing
it had only been her penchant for outlaws that had made him so appealing.
Travis was simply Travis Harding, a completely wonderful man she'd
never allowed herself to truly love. And now she was going to die,
without his knowing how she really felt, what they might have had
together.
In
utter desperation, she wrenched at the ropes. She only succeeded
in forcing them deeper into her burning, freezing flesh.
Then
she heard a great crash. Glass breaking. A moment later, a dog was
scratching desperately at the door.
Doc!
He must have leaped through the window of the room in which she'd
confined him.
Her
mind, fuzzing with cold, tried to think of some way she could use
the dog to rescue her. She couldn't come up with any. The shed windows,
for security, were barred. Even if she could have directed Doc to
one, he couldn't get in. And, then, Doc was no TV stunt dog. She
very much doubted she could get him to gnaw her free of her ropes.
"Travis,"
she breathed, her head swimming as pain and lassitude overwhelmed.
"Travis, I love you."
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