Twilight Dreams by Amanda Ashley Page B

her mind.
    Strange dreams, she thought, until she sat up and realized she was in a strange bed in a strange room, and that it was dark outside.
    She glanced at her watch, then bolted upright. Good Lord, had she been drugged? She had been asleep for almost twelve hours!
    Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she realized she wasn’t wearing anything but her bra and panties. Who had undressed her?
    â€œGood evening.”
    Holly pulled the covers up to her chin at the sound of his voice. “So, it wasn’t a dream.” He looked well-rested, she noted, and as roguishly handsome as always. She clutched the blankets tighter, as if they could protect her. “Did you undress me?”
    â€œYes, but I didn’t look.”
    She lifted one brow in blatant disbelief.
    â€œWell, not much. I went back to your house late last night and packed you a few things.” He jerked his chin toward a familiar dark blue suitcase near the door.
    â€œThat was very thoughtful,” she said politely, “but I’d like to go home now.”
    He shook his head. “Not just yet.”
    Holly stared at him, a trickle of unease skittering down her spine. “Micah, I want to go home. Now.” She tried to sound adamant, but there was no mistaking the apprehension in her voice. She heard it, and so did he.
    â€œIt isn’t safe.” He held up a hand when she started to speak. “Just listen for a minute. Someone’s after me. They know I’ve been with you, which means your life might be in danger.”
    â€œI don’t believe you.” She darted a glance at the open door, wondering what the chances were of getting past him, but even if she could, she could hardly go running into the night in her underwear. Who knew what lurked out there? “Why would some stranger want to hurt me?”
    â€œBecause they think by hurting you, they would be hurting me.”
    â€œBut . . . but that’s ridiculous. We hardly know each other.”
    â€œShe doesn’t know that.”
    â€œShe?” Visions of a jealously insane wife flitted through her mind. “Good Lord, you are married!”
    â€œIt’s nothing like that, believe me.” He dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. “She’s actually after Saintcrow. I guess she’s hoping I’ll lead her to him.”
    â€œIs he the man I saw last night before I . . . before I fainted?” She shook her head. “I’ve never fainted before.”
    â€œWell, you had good reason. Why don’t you get dressed? There’s some food in the kitchen. You must be hungry.”
    Now that he’d mentioned it, Holly realized she was starving. She would get dressed and grab something to eat, and then she was leaving, one way or another.
    With a wry smile, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
    Holly sat there for several moments, trying to gather her thoughts. Last night, she had been in California. Tonight she was in Wyoming. Someone was looking for Micah and because of that, her own life might be in danger....
    Wyoming. How had they gotten to Wyoming? It was a blur, making her wonder again if he had drugged her. She had no memory of leaving the club, no memory of how they had gotten here, or of what had happened in between.
    Tamping down her growing sense of anxiety, she got out of bed and rummaged through her suitcase. She dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a sweater. She found her hairbrush, which she put to good use. Her handbag was on the chair. Reaching inside, she withdrew her cell phone, frowned when there were no bars. Maybe outside , she thought, tucking the phone into her pocket as she left the bedroom.
    The house was large and cold, and for no reason she could pinpoint, the place gave her the creeps. There was no sense of anyone living there, no knickknacks, no pictures on the walls. She peeked into the rooms she passed on her way downstairs. The bedroom she had slept in was