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fact she didn’t seem to be in any immediate discomfort, persuaded him to wait until she came to. The lady had enough strikes against her without giving cause for an allergic reaction.
    Jack usually didn’t keep the fire so big, but she needed the warmth.  Albeit fortuitously, they’d found her in time to eliminate any fear of hypothermia or frost bite. From what he could tell, the impact of her fall let loose a shelf of snow, burying her. But the way the snow was blowing and accumulating...
    Jack left his sleeping beauty and set about rinsing her wet clothes in the sink. He checked her pockets, but found no clue to her identity .
    The book .
    His vest hung on a hook by the door where he fished the sodden book from the pocket.  It appeared to be some kind of diary, but he found no names on the inside cover. He could have read further to find answers, but from what was legible of the neatly written scroll gave the impression the entries were private. For now, he parted the pages as best he could and set it on a shelf above the stove to dry. As long as she didn’t worsen, he felt no sense of urgency to try and decipher the badly stained pages. Anything else she had in the car was gone. No doubt someone would be looking for her, but he didn’t want to leave her alone in order to alert the authorities, at least not until she regained consciousness. True to form, his two-way radio proved to be useless in the storm.
    What the hell was she doing up there to begin with?
    Nobody drove those roads this time of year. Especially not in some fancy sports car. The winding road only led to more of the same, and forest land mostly inhabited by deer, which drew a crowd of hunters each season.
    She certainly didn’t fit the bill of a hunter, not with diamonds that size in her ears and an expensive watch on her wrist. The pink bra and lacy thong he couldn’t bring himself to take off her didn’t come from any low-end department store.
    A faint murmur from his patient brought him to his knees beside her. He cupped the side of her face and waited for any sign of her coming to. Her flawless features remained expressionless, her breathing slow and steady. The corners of his mouth twitched with the threat of a smile as he gently smoothed down the red hair framing her face.
    Jack snatched his hand away as if scorched by fire.
    No way, don’t even think of going there. Quickly reminded of the pain caring could inflict, he’d best keep his distance. Out here in the middle of no-man’s-land was no place for some upscale princess from the big city.
    As he started to leave the room, Sasha and Tito raised their heads expectantly.
    “Sasha, stay.”
    The silver and white dog relaxed back to her former position, while Tito stretched and padded behind him to the bedroom. Sasha would alert him if their mystery woman awoke.
     

Chapter Three
     
    “What do you mean you don’t know where she is?” Kenneth Blackburn the Third paced back and forth across a one hundred year old Persian carpet. He puffed out smoke from a big, fat cigar he periodically wedged in the corner of his thin lips.
    Charles sat at the edge of his chair, rubbing his hands together. “Jenna left here the night of the party, madder than a wet hen. She tore off in that Jaguar and I haven’t heard nor seen her since.”
    Kenneth paused. “She took the Jaguar in this weather? Is she crazy?” His face reddened as he continued to pace. “You’d think that kid would be grateful for all she has.” He waved his hands at the space in front of him. “Not our Jenna. She gets all bent out of shape when one of the richest men in Devon Falls wants to marry her…who, by the way, she will marry!”
    Charles followed his boss’s tirade in silence, as he often did. He didn’t blame Jenna one bit for taking off. Harold Meed was at least fifteen years older than her, and a far cry from the GQ model type she dated. In fact, some might call his pocked face and bulbous nose repulsive. Not