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she'd sensed he somehow understood and empathized with her irrational fear. Maybe he had loved her just a little, though he couldn't show it. She'd eventually grown past the need to hide during a stormthough the desire to do so had never left her. |
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D.J. clamped down on the unreasonable feara weakness she'd always detested. She would just have to hope she found McCall before the rain began. As time had passed and he hadn't appeared, her fear for him had increased. But the urgency to get out of the cabin pulsed at the forefront of her mind. Rich could get her here, and she would have nowhere to run. In the woods she had a better than average chance to get away. |
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D.J. paused long enough to grab a jacket and stuff the phone into her pocket. Then she slipped out the back door and entered the woods. |
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Thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning flashed. The frigid air around her promised snow. It had been a long time since she'd seen a lightning snowstorm, a rarity that frightened her just as much as an old-fashioned summer thunder boomer. She hoped she wouldn't have to walk through the woods alone in the middle of it. Or maybe she should hope she could make herself do so if the need arose. She'd never been outdoors during a thunderstorm in her life. |
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An animal crashed through the brush to her left and she jumped, then relaxed when she recognized the waddling gait of a raccoon. She walked on. If McCall was hiding in the woods as she was, he couldn't have gone far. And if he wasn't in the |
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