As she woke, she was surprised to find that she’d fallen asleep. “Mercy?” It took her a moment to realize the whispered voice wasn’t part of her dream. The pillow against her stomach wasn’t going to stop him. For the first time, she was truly terrified. She’d instinctively defended her sister, and now Craig had a witness who could identify him. She’d been ready to pretend she didn’t know his name until he’d threatened her sister. Every name but one had been crossed off her list. He’d spoken to her as if he knew her, which he did. Had he purposefully avoided her? His heavy steps told her the kidnapper was a large man. It wasn’t until she was locked in this room that she’d realized Craig was one of the men who hadn’t been present. Craig Rafferty hadn’t been around, and most of the men she’d met were too young. When she’d delivered scones to the ranch on Thursday, she’d listened closely. She’d assumed he was shy or tongue-tied around women. One whose presence she always felt he’d emanated the aura of a large, silent man. Craig Rafferty had typically been a silent shadow when she encountered a group of the hands. She could easily recognize the voices of Mike Bevins, Chuck, Tim, Randy, and Les. There were only a few men who’d been employed at that ranch all this time.
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