She could see it in the set of his jaw and the tightening at the corners of his mouth. She could feel it in the tension that radiated from his body as he walked beside her and in the way his eyes gleamed as he glanced toward the trees and then back at her. Or was this just wishful thinking on her part? She’d once thought they’d had a connection that had transcended the age difference between them. She had misinterpreted the situation then, so she had no reason to think she was any better at reading him now. Simply because he’d been a hero in her teenage imagination didn’t mean he actually was one in real life. There was no sign that he was trying to save either one of them. Like her, he was walking with his hands clasped on his head, as he’d been ordered. So far, he’d offered no resistance. They rounded the corner of the lodge and started toward the rear entrance. The man who’d found them poked his gun into Mitch’s back to shove him forward.
