Page 10 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

“O-okay,” she nods, sliding behind the wheel. I lean into the car, dragging the seatbelt down across her body, her eyelids fluttering when the backs of my fingers graze her breasts overtop of her winter coat. I click the seatbelt into place, frowning when I see that one of the seats was ripped and fixed with duct tape. She turns the key in the ignition, biting her lip as the engine turns over a couple of times before catching. My frown deepens when I see that she’s got less than a quarter of a tank of gas.

Who’s looking after this girl? Because whoever it is, they’re doing a piss poor job.

I stifle my growl as I reach into my back pocket for my wallet and pull out sixty dollars. “I want you to fill up, too. It’s too cold to be driving around with only a quarter tank of gas.”

“Oh,” she breathes, looking at the money as if it might bite her. “I, um. I can’t take that.”

“Sure you can,” I say. “I insist.”

Whenever we’ve gone to see houses, we’ve met at her office and taken my truck. Now I see why.

Kaylee swallows thickly and when she looks up at me, her eyes are bright with unshed tears. It’s like someone has my heart in a fist and is squeezing the life out of it. “Thank you,” she says so softly I wouldn’t have heard her if I wasn’t looking right at her. She reaches out with a shaky hand to take the three twenty-dollar bills I’m offering her.

I nod. “Text me when you’re safe.”

“I will.”

I nod again and shut her car door, arms crossed over my chest as she backs out of my driveway.

I rub a hand over my mouth, feeling calmer than I have in days. More settled and sure. The solution to everything—my problems and Kaylee’s—is obvious.

I need to make Kaylee Murphy mine.

Five

Kaylee

Now that you’re caught up, let’s get back to that kidnapping…

“I can’t let you leave,” I say softly. “Not until you agree to buy one of the houses I’ve shown you.”

Oh god. What am I doing? What is happening right now?

Logan’s eyes go wide for a moment and then he frowns, his eyes cutting between me, the front door, and the snow outside, his broad shoulders tense. “I’m not allowed to leave.” He says it slowly, almost monotone, his hands on his hips.

I lick my lips. This…I’m insane. This is insane.

“That’s what I said,” I answer, tipping my chin up to compensate for the tremor in my voice.

“This is kidnapping, you know,” he says, and when his eyes flash to mine, I can see the anger there.

Anger, and…something else.

Something hot and dangerous.

Kidnapping. Kidnapping? Oh, holy shit. No. This isn’t kidnapping. That’s like…with ropes and blindfolds and stuff.Bodies in trunks. Not keys flung into the snow in a moment of insanity.

Ropes. Blindfolds. Even through my panic, the idea of using ropes and blindfolds with Logan has a pulse beating between my thighs. Would I rather tie him up, or have him tie me up? My clit pulses at the idea of being tied up and at his mercy…

Jesus, Kaylee. Stop being so horny for a second and focus.

What if he calls the police and I get arrested? I can’t go to jail.

Then again, at least jails are heated and you get three meals a day. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

I am completely, undeniably in over my head.

I twist my fingers together in front of me, trying to hide the tremble in my hands. Logan is staring at me as though I’ve completely lost my mind, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

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