She was again chilled to the bone after riding on an ATV, clinging to Alec’s back as he drove the quad over bumpy terrain.Exhausted from the cold, even though it wasn’t yet nine p.m., all she wanted to do was sleep, but before she could crawl into bed, Doc Larson examined her. He prescribed warm blankets and more sleep.Two FBI agents who wanted to interview her had arrived at the compound while Isabel had recuperated in the prove-up, but Doc told them they’d have to wait until the following day, for which she was grateful. As much as she wanted to be interviewed and tell everything she knew about Alec’s abduction, her brother’s murder, and the two infrasound assaults on her, she was cross-eyed with exhaustion. The last three days had simply been too much.Alec tucked her into his bed, but this time didn’t linger to warm her—which was probably a good thing, because she had no doubt she’d throw herself at him again, given the chance, and she seriously needed to get her head on straight where he was concerned.
