Angus gripped the steering wheel of the rented pick-up truck as they neared the turn-off for Sweetwater Ranch. Conversation during the 45-minute drive had been light, and Anna had seemed to relax a bit.
But Anguss blood boiled at the notion that a man had lured her out under false pretenses and had quite possibly assaulted her. She must have been rattled to have walked as far as she had in shoes that hurt her feet, and he thought back to the amount of beer shed consumed. That hadnt all been thirst.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye. Elbow on the doors armrest, she gazed out at the passing dark scenery as she hummed along to the song on the radio.