Madeline Blaire is the only woman for me. The thought crossed Warren’s mind as he watched her flash him a daring smile, turn tail, and run like a rabbit.
“Christ,” he muttered, clenching his hands into tight fists. His cock sprang to life as his senses narrowed on her. Nothing else existed. There was only Madeline.
Using the hunter’s instincts he’d honed through a lifetime of shooting and trapping in these woods, he took a step. Then another, following her easy trail. For Christ’s sake, he could still see her. She was making the classic mistake of inexperienced prey. She was running in a straight line.
It would take nothing to catch her. And when he did, he was never letting her go.
