Instinct, born of years of having to look out for herself, shot through her and she scanned the darkened wagon searching for anything that might be out of place. One thing in particular caught her attention. Where was Ginger? The girl knew better than to go off alone. Especially at night. Toni moved stealthily through the wagon until she reached the opening in the canvas, pulled it aside, and slipped her head and shoulders out. “Ginger!” she hissed. A hand clapped over her mouth. Toni’s muffled scream tore through her throat as she was pulled through the wagon opening and landed almost gently on her feet. The hand remained firmly in place while another arm kept her firmly caged against a rock-hard body. Toni fought against the contracting muscles of her captor’s arm. “Shh. Toni!” Hot breath wisped her hair against her ear. “It’s Sam.” White relief flowed over her and she leaned back against his warm chest. Strong arms encircled her from behind. “It’s all right,”
