Never Trust A Pretty Wolf

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Never Trust A Pretty Wolf

Liesel Wolf has a secret, a dangerous secret she’ll go to any lengths to conceal. When she’s paired in a charity game with sexy marshal Andy Bryce, a man with secrets of his own, her carefully constructed world comes crashing down, and Liesel’s on a collision course with her past.

Liesel breathed a sigh of relief. The sooner they got out of this cave the better. In the faint light coming through the crack, she saw the coordinates written on the far wall. “Yeah, there they are.
Melton’s pretty tricky, isn’t he?” She memorized the coordinates and shoved Andy toward the exit. “Let’s get out of here.”

She turned her ankle and screamed when she stepped on something soft and squishy that gave underneath her feet. Andy yelled, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I stepped on something. It might be a snake!”

“You’re blocking the light. Get out of the way.”

Since he stood between her and the exit, she backed up against the wall where the coordinates were written and waited for his verdict.

“What the blazes?”

Adrenalin flooded Liesel’s body. “Oh, what is it?” she demanded, visions of poisonous snakes crawling around their ankles dancing in her head.

“It’s a dead man.”

Liesel shoved Andy aside and bolted out of the cave as if the dead man had suddenly come to life and grabbed her ankle in the dark, his bloody, battered face staring into hers. She heard Andy
shout, “Liesel, stop!” but she paid no attention to the fool. She made it back to the place where they’d found the fake diamonds before Andy grabbed her.

“Let me go! I want to get out of this awful place!”

“Liesel! Stop screaming! The man’s dead. He can’t hurt you.”

He gave her a little shake, and Liesel buried her face in her trembling hands. If he only knew…

Both of them spun around when they heard the sound of something heavy crashing through the bushes. Three men incongruously dressed in khakis, pastel colored polo shirts, and nice Italian loafers charged down the hill toward them. They all had grim expressions on their faces, expressions that went well with the guns they carried. The report of a pistol filled the afternoon as something
kicked up dirt near Liesel’s feet. “Run!” she screamed.

She took off as if all the devils in Hades pursued her, and they probably did. Veering off the path, she plunged into the woods with Andy closely following. They ran for what seemed like forever. Small branches slapped her face and pulled her hair. She turned her ankle more than once when she tripped over fallen tree limbs or stepped into holes hidden in the forest underbrush. Finally, she had to stop. The hot, boring stitch in her side couldn’t be ignored any longer.

“Shhh,” Andy cautioned. He pointed toward a small depression on the far side of a rotten, fallen tree. Cautiously, they inched their way toward it. “Do you hear anything?” he whispered.

Liesel shook her head as she wiped sweat from her forehead. She couldn’t hear much of anything over the pounding of her heart. “Maybe we got away from them,” she mouthed.

Andy drew a deep breath. “Do you know those men?”

“For goodness’ sake, not now!”

“Give me the GPS.”

Liesel passed it to him. He studied it for a moment and pointed down the hill. “Follow me, and be very quiet. No more loud, panic- stricken runs.”

Liesel willingly followed him. Anything to get out of there. They moved through the woods as silently as possible, flinching when a careless foot snapped a branch. After one such incident, Liesel’s nerves got the better of her. She propped her foot on a rock and jerked a small handgun from a holster that she wore under her pant leg.

Andy’s hand shot out. “Give me that gun,”he commanded.


He took it from her with ease. “I don’t know why you have this,” he whispered, “but if we get out of here alive you have some explaining to do. Now, keep moving but stay in control. Remember, no headlong plunges into the woods.”

Forty-five minutes later, they exited the woods near the bridge that crossed the little creek. Liesel fearfully scanned the inviting, family-centered area. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Two o’clock. Men in khaki.”Andy came to a halt and jerked her against him. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Liesel didn’t mind if she did. Hopefully the khaki men would never imagine that two lovers out for a stroll had only moments before been running for their very lives. She prayed the men didn’t get too good a look at them. Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her body against his.

She wouldn’t have admitted to it for anything, but in spite of the danger, she felt a thrill from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Nobody could kiss like Andy Bryce!

Andy took her hand, and they strolled casually across the bridge as if they’d been on a leisurely little walk. He kissed her again before they got into the Mustang. The minute they got in, he put the car in gear and slowly made his way out of the park. “Now, Liesel,”he said. “Why don’t you tell me why those men are trying to kill you?”

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