Dante finished stripping, and then picked up the clothes Mary had set on the corner of the couch-bed and shifted them to the table before climbing between the sheets. He preferred sleeping nude. The only time he wore clothing of any kind to bed was when he was on one of those protection gigs he’d mentioned to her. The possibility of having to wake up and jump directly into action was enough to make him wear his leathers to bed in those instances.
He was pretty sure that wouldn’t happen tonight, however. They had lost his kidnappers today when she’d turned off the highway onto the road where this campground was situated. Dante had no doubt that his kidnappers were searching for them by now, but he’d walked the grounds while out with Bailey and the camp was situated in the curve of the river with just the front facing the road as a possible approach. However, that was lined with a high, barred fence with the entry gate in the center and the owners had apparently closed and locked the gate after their arrival. At least, it had been closed by the time he’d led Bailey that way. And it was a good sturdy gate that had to be opened from inside. There were also cameras trained on the gate to discourage anyone trying to force it open. Dante was quite sure that his kidnappers wouldn’t want that kind of attention, especially when they couldn’t be certain he was in here. They’d probably go check out the other camps first if they were easier to enter, and then simply come back to wait for them to leave. At least, that’s what he was hoping for. Dante was sincerely hoping they hadn’t given up on him completely. He needed them to tell him where Tomasso was.
Frowning, he shifted to his side and slid one arm under the pillow his head rested on. Today had been a roller coaster ride for him. Waking up in the cage, escaping, having to leave Tomasso behind, getting run over, and then realizing that the woman who had run him over was most likely his life mate. His emotions had been up and down like a yo-yo.
Blinking his eyes open, he glanced toward the door to the bedroom. His life mate. He’d never expected to find her so early in his life. Many immortals waited centuries or even millennia to find their mate and yet here he was with Mary. Dante had found in life that God often gave even as He took, but sincerely hoped this was an exception. Finding Mary was the best thing to happen in his life, but at the same time, losing Tomasso would be the worst and there was no way one could balance out the other in his mind.
Sighing, he closed his eyes, trying not to feel guilty for doing so. He felt like he should be out driving around trying to find his kidnappers to draw their attention. However, Lucian had said it would take until dawn for the hunters he was sending to reach them, and that they should remain at the RV camp for the night. A fortuitous order in a way, since Dante couldn’t control Mary and make her leave the campground, as he would otherwise have done. He suspected he’d have had a battle on his hand had he tried to force the issue. Mary had been amazingly accepting of everything so far, and hadn’t even pestered him with questions about his abilities as he’d expected. But he knew she was exhausted and suspected that was the reason why. He’d put her through a lot tonight, and that after she’d spent the day driving the monster presently housing them.
Actually, Dante was rather impressed with how she was handling everything so far. She was obviously a strong woman not given to hysterics and that could only be a good thing. He suspected they’d both be grateful for that before this was all over.
Grimacing, he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, trying not to think of all the things that could go wrong when they left this campground tomorrow. The worst scenario was one where Mary was hurt and he was taken out by another drugged dart and unable to help her. The very thought of that was enough to scare the crap out of him and Dante began to wonder if he shouldn’t convince Mary to wait here while he drove out alone, promising to return for her.
He was contemplating how to convince her to let him do that when he felt sleep overtaking him. Dante drifted off to sleep with a little sigh, then was startled awake by the sound of the bedroom door sliding open. Opening his eyes, he rose up on one elbow, and peered at Mary uncertainly as she stepped into the room. The RV was dark as could be, but his eyes were made for darkness and he could see her clearly in the overlarge T-shirt he’d caught glimpses of earlier when her robe had parted slightly. It looked surprisingly sexy for a man’s shirt, clinging to her breasts and hips and stopping halfway down her thighs, leaving her shapely legs on display.
Forcing his gaze back to her face, he asked with concern, “Is everything all right?”