Raven's Prey

this cot, is there?” she noted, yawning again.
    “We’ll manage. Just don’t wriggle too much.” “Yes, sir.” She said with a chuckle and promptly fell asleep.

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    It wasn’t the sun that woke her the next morning, it was the realization that someone was rustling around the tiny shack. Honor smiled to herself, opening her eyes slowly. Perhaps Judd was going to surprise her with breakfast. Had Paco already been by with the daily egg ration? She hadn’t heard him knock.
    In the dawn light she saw Judd across the room. He was packing his small overnight kit, not fixing breakfast.
    “Judd? Why are you up so early? What are you doing?” She sat up slowly, frowning in bewilderment.
    “I’m getting ready to leave, Honor. What do you think I’m doing. This is Saturday, remember?”
    “So?”
    “So this is the day I take you back to the man you claim isn’t your father. This is the day you said you’d go with me in the Cessna without any more fuss. Better get up, honey. It’s getting late. I want to get off the ground as soon as possible.”
    Honor could only sit with the sheet clutched to her chin, staring at the stranger who had been her lover during the night. [_He meant it. _]He was still going to take her back to Garrison and Prager. She couldn’t believe it.
    A sick, panicky feeling welled up inside her. For a moment she thought she was going to faint. Where was the man who had become her ally and friend? Where was the man who had learned to trust her? With whom she had forged a sensual bond last night?
    It was obvious that Judd Raven was still intent on being the unwitting instrument of her destruction. He trusted her no more this morning than he had yesterday.
    Going to bed with him had changed nothing.

Chapter 6
    J udd saw the sudden whiteness of her cheeks and he started toward the bed, an uneasy feeling motivating him. He couldn’t forget that scar on her wrist. Honor Knight appeared to be prone to the melodramatic and he didn’t want any complications in his plans this morning.
    “Honor!” he snapped sharply.
    She looked up at him, hazel eyes huge with disbelief and pain. “Last night meant nothing at all to you, did it?” she whispered.
    Was that all that was wrong? Judd almost smiled in relief. “Honey, last night was wonderful and you know it. I realize you probably want a little cuddling this morning, that’s natural. But there just isn’t time. I’ve got plans—”
    “A little cuddling!” She looked utterly appalled. “I don’t want a little cuddling! I want a little trust! So last night was wonderful, was it? By that I take it you mean I was a good lay?”
    “Honor.” He frowned, uncertain about where all this was leading but knowing he was going to have to put a stop to it before it turned into” some form of feminine hysteria.
    “Well,” she dared, her eyes far too bright, her body drawn as taut as a bow string. “Well, Mr. Raven? Was I good? I mean, considering the fact that I am, after all, only a suicidal, runaway, neurotic female? Was last night worth the extra few days you spent here in Mexico?”
    “Honor,” he tried coldly, “don’t turn hysterical on me. I don’t have time for a lot of dramatics this morning.”
    “Too bad! Because I do have time for them! All the time in the world! I’m not going anywhere with you, damn it!”
    “Honor, you said that if I gave you the extra time here in Mexico you’d go with me without a lot of trouble, remember?” he asked patiently.
    “My life was at stake. I would have promised anything. But under the circumstances you’ll have to forgive me for not being willing to live up to my promises.” She scrambled off the cot, still clutching the sheet in front of her. He couldn’t tell if that sheen in her eyes was from incipient tears or not, but he rather feared it was. “I will not get on that plane with you this morning! What’s the matter with you, Judd? Are you really so inhuman that you can’t trust anyone? Not even after what we shared last night?”
    Judd looked at her across the cot. She was so sweetly disheveled from the night, her hair in intriguing disarray. And she was quite naked behind that sheet He could remember every inch of that nakedness. The memory of it warmed him even now when he had more crucial matters to deal with. Last night she had been infinitely soft and gentle and unbelievably passionate in his arms. What the hell was the matter with her this morning? She was staring at him