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Laws of Attraction

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Laws of Attraction

 

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Diana Duncan

 

 

 

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale, or organizations is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed are of legal age of consent for sex – i.e. over 18.

 

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Copyright © 2012 Diana Duncan

First electronic printing May 2012

 

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Chapter 1

 

 

Mia Linden didn’t park in deserted garages, or sneak to the basement at midnight in her undies to investigate suspicious serial-killer-type noises. She always checked the peephole before answering a knock.

And she never, ever, picked up hitchhikers.

But her foot lifted from the gas pedal as her ancient orange Volkswagen Bug chugged past the dark-haired man hunkered in tall ferns lining the twisting forest road. He looked like he might be hurt.

She didn’t have a cell phone—couldn’t afford one since she’d been chopped from Grayson & Associates Law Firm four months ago. No other vehicles were traveling the lonely wooded highway to Portland, Oregon from the secluded Mt. Hood ski lodge she’d been spying on. She hadn’t seen another car the entire trip. The foreboding April afternoon was wet and cold at this altitude, sleet casting an icy shroud over the windshield.

If she left him there, he could die.

Mia pressed the gas pedal again and glanced at the dwindling figure in her rearview mirror. The man hadn’t moved. She gripped the wheel so hard her knuckles whitened. Was he one of Esteban’s goons?

Or another of his casualties?

MYOB, Mia. You already have enough disaster in your li
fe. The Beetle trundled around a hairpin curve, losing visual contact.
Just keep going
. Out of sight, but definitely not out of mind. When she reached civilization she’d call 911.

Two hours from now.

Then it’d be at least several more hours before EMS reached him.

Dammit
. Her hiking boots slammed down the clutch and brake. Gears whined in protest as she downshifted, then coaxed the valiant little car into a U-turn. She slowed, staring at his still form as she passed in the opposite direction. He was dressed in a long-sleeved, rain-soaked denim shirt and faded black Levi’s, his back propped against a massive fallen log. His legs were drawn up, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, forehead resting on his knees. No surprise, he was shivering violently.

Her staunch need to defend the wounded kicked in. Mia Linden, champion for the defenseless, to the rescue.

Mia made another U-ie and parked on the shoulder. She switched off One Republic blaring from the radio but kept the engine fluttering in a spastic idle to facilitate escape. Even with a Taekwondo black belt, a gal could never be too prepared. She fumbled in her hunter’s camouflage coat pocket for her ever-ready pepper spray.

She climbed out of the Bug, leaving the door open in case she had to run for it.

Frigid wind tossed her wispy brunette bob into disarray and sleet stung her face as she cautiously approached the man. Finger on the canister’s trigger, she stopped well out of his reach. “Do you need help?”

He didn’t respond.

“Hello!” she shouted. “Can I help you?”

He slowly lifted his head. Glossy thick raven waves tumbled around rugged masculine features and curled at the back of a powerful, corded neck. Dark stubble dusted his square jaw and obstinate chin, framing a full, sensual mouth created for carnal pleasure. Black lashes framed dazed indigo eyes as deep, brilliant, and alluring as the Gulf Ocean.

Goosebumps prickled her skin and her nipples pebbled. Okay, so it was cold out here. Although she didn’t
feel
particularly cold.

Those incredible eyes focused, locked on hers. Gladiator’s eyes, glowing with determination and piercing intelligence.

A shock of premonition slammed into Mia, making her shake. She’d hit an unmarked pothole in her resolutely mapped road to redemption. “Hey,” she called unsteadily. “Are you hurt?”

He blinked. “Afraid so, ma’am.” The husky baritone mellowed with a rich Texas drawl slid through her, as sweet as maple syrup and silky as sin.

Trouble incarnate.

Hell
. She needed more trouble like Microsoft needed another million. “How badly?”

He carefully eased down those long, lean legs, and she saw he was clutching his ribs. Scarlet stained his fingers, leaking through his shirt and spreading across the thigh of his faded denims. “Nothing too serious. But I could use a ride to the city, if you don’t mind.”

Her heartbeat jumped into double-time. “I’d hate to see what you consider
serious
.” Mia shoved the pepper spray into her jeans pocket, then tore off her cammo coat and draped it over his broad shoulders. “Hold on.”

She dashed for the car, grabbed the emergency blankets and first-aid kit from the trunk, then raced back. She wrapped both blankets around him before kneeling at his side. “What happened?”

“Fishing accident down by the creek. This was as far as I could get.”

Mia flung open the first-aid kit. “What the hell were you fishing for … Jaws?”

His gorgeous mouth tilted, the movement making the square-cut ruby stud in his left ear sparkle. “My boning tool slipped.”

Right
. She might have known. From the masculine promise in his midnight velvet gaze to the sexy curve of his generous lips, and all the long way down to the pointed toes of his well-worn brown cowboy boots, Tex here was every woman’s fantasy.

Every woman but her.

She shot him a frown. “You’re in dire circumstances, and I don’t play games. You read me, cowboy?”

“Yes, ma’am. I believe I do.” His grin flickered again, though his handsome face was paling at an alarming rate. “Name’s McQuade. Dallas McQuade.”

“I’m Mia.” She purposefully omitted her surname. “We need to stop that bleeding.” Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt to reveal sculpted pecs and an eight-pack so sharply delineated she could scrub her entire lingerie collection on it. A wicked gash blazed a bloody swath over his left ribcage.

“Don’t look so scared, darlin’. It’s only a scratch. I’ll live.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be
my
line of BS?” Mia swallowed. “This will hurt.” She poured peroxide over the cut.

Dallas flinched, hissed.

“Sorry.
God
, I’m so sorry.”

“No big deal. Just tape ‘er up and I’ll be right as rain.”

He’d stopped trembling.
Not
good. Lack of shivering combined with slowing movements and slurred speech warned of encroaching hypothermia. She folded gauze into a thick pad and pressed it to the gash, then finished taping the pressure bandage as quickly, but gently, as possible. “You need heat, in a hurry. Can you stand?”

“Yep.”

“You have a coat somewhere nearby?”

“Nope.”

“A cell phone?”

“Jaws ate it. No reception here, anyway.”

“Uh, huh. I recognize a knife wound when I see it. Is there anybody we need to be worried about coming after you?”

“Nope.”

She really didn’t want to cross-examine
those
implications. “Then let’s head to the car.”

McQuade’s tall, lean-muscled body had to weigh at least two-hundred pounds, and wrestling him to his feet was a nightmare. By the time she got him upright he was ghost-white and swaying drunkenly. Leaning on her shoulders, he staggered several steps, then sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Come on, cowboy. You can make it.”

“Damned straight. Texans never surrender.” Dallas doggedly stumbled forward. “To quote Travis at the Alamo, ‘Victory or death.’”

“Oh, no. You’re one of
those
.”

“Those?”

“Testosterone jockey. I recognize the symptoms, my best friend Valerie is engaged to one.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Brutal wind slashed through her fuchsia turtleneck, and Mia shuddered. Dallas McQuade was lurking in the vicinity of her arch enemy’s ski lodge, suffering from an obvious knife attack.

What else was he guilty of?

She shook her head. One crisis at a time.

When they finally struggled to the car, they were both drenched and freezing. She wrangled Dallas into the passenger seat and leaned it back as far as it would go, then covered him with the driest blanket. Clambering behind the wheel, she cranked the temperature lever and wipers on high. Asthmatic warmth wheezed from the vents, barely penetrating the cold as she sped down the road.

She glanced over at her unwanted passenger. His eyes were closed, his face waxen, his breathing shallow and rapid. “Dallas?” The word plumed out in misty vapor. “McQuade, wake up!”

“‘M … wake,” he mumbled.

Her pulse tripped. He was severely hypothermic and in shock. He wouldn’t last two hours.

She’d been roaming these woods, stalking her quarry for weeks. There was a small hunting/fishing cabin several miles down one of these side roads … but which one? Mia peered through lashing rain. “Dallas, talk to me.”

Please. Please
.

Silence.

Hanging out with her BFF Valerie and Valerie’s cop fiancé Jared had given Mia new insight into the alpha male mindset. “Dallas, wake
up
,” she demanded. “I need your help.”

Dark blue eyes slitted open, glinted in the gloom. “Atcher service.”

“Look for a road that goes into the forest on the right. There’s a deer crossing warning sign at the turnoff.”

“Yes … ma’am.”

Amazingly, he spotted it first. “Turn here,” he whispered.

Mia wrenched the wheel, bumping up the rutted dirt lane. Dallas groaned.

“Sorry,” she repeated.

“‘S alright. I’m. Good.”

“Yeah? Once again, I’d hate to see your idea of bad.”

“You like …” He was obviously struggling to stay conscious. “Bad boys, Mia?”

She scowled. “I don’t particularly care for the male species, period.”

He managed a raspy whistle. “Some sidewinder do a number on you, sugar?”

Yeah, 666. The snakes had done more than he could possibly imagine. They’d smashed her morale, mutilated her self-confidence, and massacred her hopes and dreams.

But she was hanging on—by her fingernails.

Mia parked beside the battered shanty and scanned the woods. Nothing stirred except storm-whipped evergreens. Looked like they were on their own. Maybe not so terrible, considering the alternatives.

She used her tire iron to break a rear window and clear the sill, then hoisted herself through to unlock the front door. She hurried back to Dallas. “Up and at ‘em, McQuade. You’re minutes away from a nice comfy bed.”

His chin angled up, and his smoldering gaze held hers. “You surely do know how to rally the troops.”

“Whatever it takes to bribe you into the cabin.” She wrestled him out and semi-upright.

Panting, he stumbled, inadvertently making her support most of his weight. “You … writing me IOU’s … you can’t make good on, darlin’?”

“The name’s Mia. And you can’t afford me.” Hauling around a guy who was at least a foot taller than her own petite 5’4” wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever done. Exertion stole all her oxygen as she wrapped her arm around his waist. That’s the story she told herself, anyway. “Now hustle your ass, before you freeze to death and I have to leave your carcass for wolf chow.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. “There’s incentive.”

She maneuvered him inside and into a rickety camping chair. The tiny shack was shabby and minimally supplied, but would shelter them from April’s capricious tantrum. Mia started a blaze crackling in the fireplace before dragging a thin mattress off the bunk and to the hearth.

Her mouth was dry, her nerves tap-dancing as she helped Dallas onto the makeshift cot beside the fire and propped his head on the pillows. She dreaded what came next. “Okay, cowboy. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

He gave her a crooked grin brimming with naughtiness. “Best idea I’ve heard … all damned week.”

Faking confidence she was far from feeling, she arched a brow. “Now who’s kiting IOU’s?”

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