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at his build. Even his loose sleeves didn’t hide his massive arms.
    She watched as he climbed onto his horse taking in the way his leg muscles bunched under his pants.
    Steroids. Had to be. No way could a man have such a body without them.
    She looked away just before he reached down and hauled her up and over his lap as if she were nothing but a grain of sand. Before she could voice her distress, he pushed down on her back to keep her in place as he turned the horse and headed back.
    Moments later, Skye found herself stewing in silence as she stood next to the huge horse testing the rope that went from her wrists to the beast’s saddle.
    Thankful the leaves had stopped falling, she concentrated hard on stopping the tremors that racked her body as the men made a pyre around the cougar. When it began to burn on its own, they constructed a litter for the injured dog, attaching it to the other man’s horse when done.
    Amazed at the size of the two men as they worked in silence, she wondering at their appearance, trying to figure out who they were and where she was.
    They didn’t wear normal jeans and shirts and there wasn’t a button or zipper on either of them—at least from what she could see under the grime.
    She remembered the smell of leather as her face swung uncomfortably over the side of the horse next to the man’s leg. If it weren’t for the shorter blond locks that barely touched the other man’s shoulders, she wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart.
    Wrinkling her nose at the smell the fire put off, Skye once again focused on loosening her bonds.
    When the blaze had destroyed the cat, they buried the remains and turned towards her. Fear caused her throat to clog as she backed into the stallion when the two monstrous men eyed her, causing the beast to turn its head and nip at her.
    Before she could gather her wits, her kidnapper hauled her once more over his lap.
    An hour later, they broke out of the forest into a cloudy day.
    Shaking her head in confusion, Skye thought on how only an hour or so ago it had been late evening.
    It was too soon to be seeing the sun now.
    What she did know was that her body ached from the unpleasant position and the man wouldn’t let her move to get comfortable, not caring that his hard thighs and rigid knees were digging into her ribcage to the point of constant pain.
    Pushing herself up, she tried to get her bearings, but a hand pressed her back down, leaving her with only images of barren trees and brown hills dotted with patches of snow.
    The sun was high in the overcast sky before they stopped.
    Her captor used her robe to haul Skye off the horse and she stumbled, falling to her knees because she had no feeling in her legs after the hours of cold and forced into an awkward position during the ride.
    Noticing she’d lost her other slipper, Skye glared up at the man as he dismounted, but he ignored her to check on the wounded dog.
    Scratchy from the dried mud that made her itch in places she’d rather not be thinking of, she concentrated once again on loosening the rope that bound her hands together, freezing as the second dog approached her cautiously.
    Towering over her, it growled low in its throat just before it sniffed her robe. It was like a huge hairy greyhound, only she never thought of greyhounds looking so ferocious. When it was finished smelling her, it went over to the litter where the men were tending to the other dog.
    Since they continued to ignore her and spoke too low for her to hear, Skye looked around hoping to find a way to escape but they were in a large clearing. She didn’t think she’d be able to find a place to hide before they noticed her gone and came after her. Of course, she couldn’t know that for sure unless she tried. Placing her hands on her legs she concentrated, willing blood back into all her limbs.
    Moments later, she was easing herself carefully to her feet when she noticed a body in front of her. Heart threatening to break