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by Susan Stoker

Slade really wished he could get ahold of Tex and find out if he had any information about Fourati, and if he or his cronies were on their way to Rachel, but for now, he was winging it. He didn’t trust email to be secure and decided he’d wait.

  When enough time had passed, Slade had eased out of the plain and simple room in the trailer and was now looking for Dakota.

  The wind blew in from the north and he shivered in the cool night air. Winter was definitely arriving in the valley, and Slade wouldn’t be surprised if there was snow in the forecast. Peering around one of the trailers, he grinned. Bingo.

  Tex had given him the details on Dakota’s car…a two thousand and eight Subaru Impreza. Gray. And it was parked in front of him. She hadn’t even taken off her California plates. Slade inwardly grimaced. She didn’t have the first clue how to hide. It was both endearing and frightening at the same time. It was a good thing it was him there looking for her and not Fourati.

  Slade walked silently up to the car and peered in, not expecting to see anything worth his time. He stopped short and stared through the window.

  Dakota was wrapped up in a blanket in the driver’s seat, only the top of her head and blonde hair showing. She was sleeping in her car.

  She was sleeping in her fucking car.

  Slade wanted to hit something. Wanted to bang on the glass and wake her up and read her the riot act. It was cold out there, but honestly that was the least of her worries. What if he’d been Fourati? Or a drunk resident who’d decided she was free game? Yeah, Dakota was tall, but she wouldn’t be any match for a drunk, horny guy.

  Swearing under his breath at the entire situation and hating himself for not confronting her earlier that evening, Slade turned around and headed back to his room. If he was going to watch over one Miss Dakota James, he needed warmer clothing.

  She might not have asked for it, but starting right now, she had a protector. Seeing her sleeping, vulnerable, and probably cold, had ramped up his interest in her from warm to red hot. Dakota needed protecting, and he’d be the man to do so.

  And when she no longer needed protecting, he’d still be the man in her life.

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