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Her heart jumped as she met Jackson Miller’s eyes.

Even in the midst of her terror, half-frozen and desperate, she recognized him. She’d dreamed about him dozens of times.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You’re looking a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” She met his eyes, her pulse jumping again. He was as handsome as she’d remembered. “But you...” She touched a bruise that was forming on his cheekbone.

“Must have happened when I jumped out of the way of the Jeep that was trying to run me down.” He watched her steadily as he spoke. “You know anyone with a blue Jeep?”

“No.”

“You’re sure, because someone was in the woods with you.”

Fear clogged her throat. She’d been trying to convince herself that she’d imagined the man and his whispered threat. That everything that had happened since she’d woken to a child’s cries had been part of some bizarre dream.

It wasn’t, though. It was real. And someone wanted to hurt her.