body screamed in pain. Unsteady, she got herself to her feet. She opened her eyes and the world swam. She grabbed the edge of the table, landing half on, half off the cushion of the settee.
“You’re getting blood all over the place.” His familiar hands, with their small scars and close-clipped nails, held a pink washcloth toward her. It was the washcloth from her bathroom. He’d probably gone through everything, touching all of her things. Everything was contaminated now.
There was no way she could take the washcloth. Not from his hand.
“Fine,” he muttered, tossing the washcloth on the table. “Do it yourself.”
Pissy, he stomped off to sit in one of the captain’s chairs at the front of the trailer.
The reality of Hoyt being in this previously Hoytless place was shocking.
She forced herself to look at him. Really look at him.
He was a big man. Over six feet tall, and he used to rodeo when he was younger so his legs and arms and chest were thick with muscle. He had white blond hair that made his eyebrows and eyelashes nearly invisible, which gave his face a terrible expressionlessness. A vacancy. She’d never ever been able to tell what he was thinking.
Sincerity looked like deceit. Anger looked like forgiveness.
She used to think he was calm. Other people did too; at the very beginning of their marriage that’s what everyone said about him.
He’s so steady, they’d said. And she’d clung to that. With both hands and all her fear after Mom died. She’d clung to the version of him she wanted to believe in.
But it was a lie. Everything about him was a lie.
And Annie had been a fool.
That he was so totally the same, wearing what he always wore—jeans, his brown cowboy boots and the dark blue western shirt with the pearl snaps, his bone-handled knife in the sheath on his belt—made it even more surreal.
New place. Same nightmare.
Her missing phone was balanced on his knee. He’d taken it from her, gone through her pockets, while she lay unconscious on the floor.
Because he was an animal.
“I’m sorry,” he said with utter and terrifying sincerity. “I know at home, you were scared. What I did…that night in the kitchen?” He said it like she might have forgotten. “It was too much. I understand that.”
An incredulous laugh she could not let out stung her throat. Do you? Do you understand that?
“It won’t happen again. I swear it won’t.”
“How did you find me?” She tried to clear her vision, get her brain to focus.
“Do you believe me?” he asked. “That things will be different?”
No. Not in a million years.
“I believe you,” she lied, putting her heavy, throbbing head in her hand. “Just tell me how you found me.”
“It was actually pretty cool.” He smiled, with what she guessed was modesty, like she was about to be real proud of him. “The Bassett Gazette has this widget thing—that’s what they call them—on their website and it shows a map of the United States and on that map are little pins that track the places where people are logging on to the website. The gal I talked to at the office was real excited about it, said it showed that there were people all over the state reading their newspaper online. And there was this one dot…this one little dot that I started to follow. You know where that dot went?”
Sick to her stomach, she nodded. She thought she’d been so clever.
“It went around in circles for a while. And then it went north to Pennsylvania and then back south. And then it just stayed in Cherokee, North Carolina. Over and over again. Every few days it’d show up. Cherokee, North Carolina. Every week. Once a week. Tuesdays. That’s the day you liked to go shopping.” He said it like he was offering her proof of his affection. A nosegay. A dead bird dropped at her feet from his bloody jaws. “You thought I didn’t notice. But I did. You liked to shop on Tuesdays. So, I drove out here. I saw where you signed in for computer time at the library—Layla McKay. That’s your cousin, right?”
In one of the historical novels she’d read, there was a character who had a falcon. And Annie had loved the descriptions of how the guy flew his falcon and cared for it, the bells and the gloves and the little pieces of meat in a bag attached to his belt. And she’d thought, reading it, how great it would