Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

Fighting forest fires this last month?” She waited until he nodded his head and then, satisfied, she continued, “Here, let me get the map we were looking at.”
    Quinn stalked out of the office with Cheyenne’s three choices on the map that Jacquie had used and slammed into his truck. He stopped for a radio in case he couldn’t find her easily and a few supplies in case it took longer than he expected. At least she’d chosen a spot that was on the established trail if she did choose one of them.
    The first camping area was lightly populated, probably due to bear sighting posters strategically located on trees and he felt sure she would not have stayed to see if she was one of the unlucky campers who ran into one. The second site was close to full, and it took him about two hours to comb the area well enough to decide she hadn’t set up on a spot here either. The sun was low in the sky and by the third site, he knew he would have to pitch a tent for the night.
    The sky was brighter than normal, and he immediately left the site uninvestigated to check out the horizon. His gut clenched in the fear that the brightness was not a good sign. The color was off. He ran to call the ranger shack and the fire department to let them know. As he was talking to the latter, he saw the blackening edges of the sky and his worst fears were confirmed. Fire. Giving his coordinates the best he could, he described the fire’s estimated area.
    Damn, he had to find Cheyenne and her friends now. He was anticipating starting a fire of his own soon. The third site was more secluded and appeared to have the least amount of disturbance from man, but it also didn’t seem to house one, Cheyenne Sterling. She needs a spanking. She needs a plug, a spanking, and a keeper, ignoring that he was her assigned keeper, and it did not help. Worry escalated every moment he knew there was a fire a few miles away, and he didn’t have any idea where she was.
    Now, as he was almost done checking out the third area, and his light all but gone, he could feel a sense of urgency. Frustration soon bled into worry and some fear. He was not one to panic, but he had never lost the love of his life before, and this was at least day two. When Quinn found her, he would make sure he didn’t lose her again because he was going to light up her sassy little ass to glowing. First, he had to find her. He was rethinking her need for friends.
    Calling her cell phone wasn’t the answer, as its signal, for some reason wasn’t going through. He became more and more frustrated when he kept going directly to voice mail. Quinn slammed back in his truck and leaned over the steering wheel. Where could she have gone? And with whom? He knew he should have paid more attention to her vanilla friends, but he just didn’t know them, and it was too late to kick his own ass over it. Think man.
    Then he remembered that the first time Cheyenne had gone to The Sting, she had come with some friends who had received an invitation from a member. He didn’t know who that member was, but he was sure they would have signed in together. He grabbed his cell once again and prayed he could recognize any of the names around hers that night.
    Calling Josh, he apprised him of the situation and the roster names. He hung up so Josh could pull the information from that fateful visit. It had been a while so he needed to dig a little. While waiting, Quinn kept a close eye out on the area he had first seen the smoke, watching it grow.
    As the light diminished and the sky became too dark for him to track the progress, he called for an update. The worry that infiltrated his mind made keeping his wits about him increasingly difficult. He wanted to put on the mantle of analytical thinking but was not even close to shutting out his fears for Cheyenne and her friends.
    It took a while to get the information on the fire sighting. After being put on hold and transferred several times, Quinn was relieved to know it was