Chapter Twelve
This was starting to get old. felt hungry, tired and dirty. Worse yet, she felt forgotten. She’d been moving around in pretty much the same area for two days now, and in spite of her efforts to draw attention to her presence, she hadn’t seen ANY sign that anyone was hunting for her at all…not even Greg. Had he decided that she was just too much trouble? Well, if he was the type to give up that easily he wasn’t worthy of capturing her…but still…
She had only six full days left to her stay at or at least in the general vicinity of Gordburg, and she had previously made arrangements to spend her last two days at the hotel as a guest, not as a captive. Last year she’d learned that two days was about the minimum time needed to relax and recover from an adventure as female prey.
