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enough to escape her? He dragged his gaze away from temptation and focused it on the floor instead.
    Eager for a distraction, he caught a glimpse of something peeking out from under the bed. Jayne breezed past him to the living room, her scent wrapped around him, light and floral. He heard her rustling around in the kitchen and glanced back to the bed, curiosity drawing him. Kneeling, he grasped the corner and drew the object out from its hiding place. It was a painting, an unframed canvas. He blew the light layer of dust from the surface, making his sensitive nose twitch, and studied the picture. A high-quality watercolor of the coastline of the town. It looked as though it might have been painted from the cliff road he had driven along coming here. A sense of light radiated from it, making the scene glow. He knew it would have caught his eye hanging in any gallery. He looked to the bottom corner and was stunned to see the signature J Davis. Jayne painted this ? Why would it be hidden under a bed instead of displayed? The only artwork he had seen on the walls of her apartment were modern prints.
    Confused he bent to check under the bed again but there were no more paintings just a large, flat, dusty wooden box. When opened it revealed an array of sealed paint and brushes and other painting and drawing necessities. It had never entered his head that she might be an artist. What would it be like to see all her passion and energy directed at her art? Would she paint for him? Impulsively he closed the box, brushed the dust off and opened Jayne’s suitcase. He slid the box into the bottom under the neatly folded clothes just as he heard her footsteps approach. By the time Jayne entered the room he was standing by the window and the suitcase was closed again.
    “Ready to go?”
    She looked at him, brows lowered in suspicion. “Sure.” He avoided her eyes, picked up the suitcase and followed her out of the apartment. He should just ask her about the painting but something told him she wouldn’t welcome it. There had to be a very good reason why someone so talented had abandoned her work. With that in mind, how was she going to react when she discovered his addition to her suitcase? Cameron winced internally and resolved to be far, far away when she unpacked.

Chapter Four
     
    Jayne shifted in the seat of the hunter-green, four-wheel drive and studied the man beside her. Those magnificent amber- colored eyes of his were hidden behind the sunglasses he had donned as soon as they had gotten into the car, shielding his eyes from the winter sun which sat low in the sky and glittered off the wet road surface with eye-watering intensity. He had told her only that it would take about three hours to get to Murray House. Then he had clammed up and had remained stubbornly silent, refusing to be drawn into conversation. Jayne had been left to study the passing scenery. It was a while before she had noticed that the man beside her was paying just as much attention to their surroundings. The realization that he was checking to see if they were being followed had once again reinforced how serious he was about the threat to her.
    They had left the motorway behind about forty minutes ago and joined a narrow country road that wound its way into the hills. Patchy snow and slush had given way to a layer of white crystals over the fields surrounding them. The road was wet and slippery in places, forcing Cam to slow down or risk skidding off the road. Her whole body tensed every time they rounded one of the sharp bends in the road. After the deaths of Megan’s and her own parents, she had never really been comfortable in cars. He handled the large vehicle with a confidence that she admired, but it didn’t make her feel any better.
    Cameron looked relaxed but a sudden tension in his shoulders caused her to glance at the road ahead of them. A temporary sign stood just by the road side and a bit farther on, a policeman stood at the entrance to a