Find out what happens when two strong-headed people are thrown together. One a detective, the other a US Marshal, both determined in finding the prisoner.
But, for one it was more than just capturing him, she needed answers.
Detective Michaela Kendall’s abduction at the age of fourteen left her with a burden of becoming a self-appointed protector. The brutalization of her capture left her without any memory of the horrible ordeal except for terrifying dreams of Atelic Horton, her captor. When he escapes from prison, she knows it’s her duty to capture him. Circumstances throw her together with Marshal Ray Steele, an encounter she wanted to forget but it seems he didn’t take too kindly to a gun being pointed in his face. His rough and tuff cowboy ways are known for upholding the law to any measure within the bounds of Justice.
When Michaela and Ray set out to find the prisoner they soon find out they need each other but the journey is full of twists and danger. Ray proves to be her protector on more than one occasion. Somewhere along the way Michaela sees him in a different light, that not all men were the same.
But, lurking in the shadows, Atelic watches from a distance ready to make his move.
By the look, she was giving him, Ray felt she wasn’t too fond of seeing him, “Seems you had me at a disadvantage last night since I didn’t know you were on the case.”
She huffed and pulled her gaze to his. “Now, I guess I’m at a disadvantage, since I don’t know your name.”
“Why Miss Kendall that hurts,” he said in his country drawl putting his hand to his chest as if she wounded him. “I went to great lengths finding out who you were and yet you didn’t do me the same courtesy.”
“You weren’t important. The prisoner was,” she smirked.
“I wasn’t important when you put a gun in my face.” He leaned forward slightly alerting his disapproval. “I don’t take too kindly to that,” he gritted.
She swallowed hard. “For that I’m sorry, I just thought you were the prisoner.” She paused at the man in front of her sizing him up. He was a Marshal and she would have to be careful since she wasn’t on the case. His take-charge air last night told her to tread cautiously. “Is there something I can help you with, Mr…”
“Ray Steele, US Marshal on the case,” he said with a firm look.
She looked down releasing a breath, really wishing this conversation was over, “Well, Mr. Steele, what can I help you with?”
“Why were you in the alley last night?” His eyes demanded an answer.
“Mr. Steele, I’ve been reprimanded,” she stated nonchalantly.
“And that’s it,” she said.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say after pointing a gun in my face,” he stammered.
Michaela’s jaw fixed. “Yes.”
“Why were you there?” He asked again firmly wanting an answer. But only silence met him as her hazel eyes peered deep into his not wavering an answer. Ray released a held breath.
“So, Miss Kendall, since you were reprimanded that means I won’t see you again on this case.”
She didn’t answer. No way could she make that promise.
“Well, or do I need a moment with your boss.”
She shot a hateful glare at him. “However, you want to play it,” she said holding his glare as she stormed out of the room.
Ray stood in silence. What was it about this woman that made him curious about her?
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