Page 24 of Holiday Hostage
I frowned at the thought and shifted my weight, checking to make sure the rest of my clothes were in place.
My body felt normal, except for the ache in my head.
The blonde one was talking.
His mouth moved, but my ears rang too loudly for the words to penetrate.
He held up his hands in a show of surrender and stood.
He took a step around the table, putting more distance between us.
The brown-haired one sitting near my feet followed the blonde’s example.
Reed.
I plucked his name from my memory. He was the one I’d knocked the breath out of during my escape.
Knowing his name didn’t help. “What do you want?”
The three of them lined up, hands in full view.
Damn they were tall. I craned my neck to keep them in view. The blonde one stood between the two darker-haired men.
The tallest one, the one I’d run into when I fled the room, ran a hand through his black hair.
Gray eyes swept over me.
A shudder tore through me. It should have been revulsion, but the softness in his eyes brought out an unexpected feeling I had no name for.
The brunette shifted his weight onto one foot, the move bringing him closer than the others.
Hazel eyes met mine, and he gave me the kind of heartbreaking smile that put my heart into overdrive.
His look held the heat of attraction, and no matter how much I tried to deny it, the way he devoured me with that look started a whirl of nervous butterflies within me.
I raised the scissors higher and swung my feet around to the floor.
If they decided to come after me, I’d head straight for the windows.
No doubt the door was locked. I’d have to take my chances with the glass.
“Who are you, and what do you want with me?” Anger and fear coalesced into a hardness I’d never thought I’d have to use.
I straightened my shoulders and stood, determined to meet them on their level.
A silent panic swelled my lungs. They were huge.
All three of them towered over me even when I stood.
Their shoulders would fill a doorway.
Hell, they could probably bench press my body weight, especially the one called Reed.
He lowered his arms, revealing a thick patch of tattoos on his upper arms.
The black-haired one on the other side lowered his hands, too.
Great. They were not afraid of my pathetic weapon.
