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He laughs. A genuine laugh that reaches his eyes. They actually sparkle.

I have dream housing, a new job, my cat is cared for, and my stuff is on the way. He might be rude to the staff but he’s pleasant to me. I can handle my temporary imprisonment. I just need to keep my panties on and start my spreadsheets and I’ll be just fine.

There’s one thing I need in order to get through this, though. He has to do what I say. Or I’m going to find a way to escape.

I need to make my demand. “Staying here, working for you, living without my cat? I agree. Under one nonnegotiable condition.”

“What is it?”

I take a deep breath. “I need you to make a second kidnapping.”

ChapterTen

Boss

Beckett throwshis bag into the back seat of my car. He’s got an all-American athletic look and the height to back it up. Brown eyes, brown hair, a bit of scruff on his jaw, he radiates an easy energy. Then his gaze meets mine.

There’s something dark behind his eyes but it’s gone as quick as it came, replaced by a languid smile. A guy you can have a drink with, you’d just better not spill it on him.

He moves around the car, slow, calculated, muscles tensing beneath his shirt. He glances around as he goes, doing a casual surveil of his surroundings. I can tell by the way he carries himself; he’s not a guy to fuck with.

Instantly, I like him.

I don’t like a lot of people.

He climbs into the passenger seat, giving a low whistle. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but I’m more interested in your car.”

“You know cars?” I offer him my hand. “Boston. You can call me Boss.”

He’s got a nice grip. “Beckett, but everyone calls me Beck. Everyone but A that is. She’s proper.”

“Yeah, everyone but my mom and Ashe calls me Boss.”

He smooths a hand over my leather dash. “I love cars. I breathe cars. Cars are my life.”

I really like this kid. “You’re going to love my place. We have a bay of them.”

“What do you mean? A bay of, like, vans and work trucks? Or other cars? Ones like this?”

“This.”

His eyes widen. “Are we talking, like, Mercedes, Audis, Porsches?”

“All of them. And more. The only one I’m missing is my dad’s Aston Martin.”

I feel his stare turn to me in slow motion. “You’re shitting me. Right?”

That brings a chuckle to the back of my throat. “Nah, man. I wouldn’t joke about something as serious as The Martin.”

“Damn straight. Those things demand respect.” He lets out another low whistle. “I gotta see that car.”

“I just met you. You gotta at least buy me a drink first. Wanna grab a beer?”

“Hell yeah.” He pauses. “Wait. Is A waiting for us?”

“Ashe? Nah. She just started a new job today. She’ll be tied up.” I turn off the road, heading to my favorite hole-in-the-wall bar, a little place built into a cave in the side of the mountain. “How did your boss handle my phone call?”

“There were a lot of questions. A lot. Like, who calls in the middle of a workday saying you’ve got to borrow one of their employees for the unforeseeable future? Boss was pissed. But then when you dropped the B name, he started in with theyes, sir.No problem, sir. He got off the phone and told me to get my ass back to my apartment, pack, and be back in fifteen minutes, or he was going to kick my ass. It cracked me up. He’s such a hardass. It was funny to see him bowing down to someone else.”

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