Page 14 of Never Again

“And?” Quinn absently asked as he glanced around the one-room cabin that his grandfather left him before focusing back on the small woman pulling a pillow over her head.

“When I hear someone running, I don’t ask questions. I just run,” she explained, making his lips twitch as he reached down and grabbed the comforter that she kicked off the bed during her first escape attempt and pulled it over her.

“It’s a solid plan,” Quinn said softly as he finished tucking her in.

“It’s never failed me before,” Bailey said as she grabbed hold of the comforter and pulled it over her head.

Deciding not to mention all those times that she’d managed to fall flat on her face whenever she tried to outrun Kelly and her band of bitches, Quinn made his way over to the small couch that he used to call home two weeks every summer when he was a kid. Grabbing his iPad, he sighed heavily as he settled in for the long night ahead. While the small woman that he honestly never expected to see again grumbled as she tossed and turned on the bed, he went through the files that Tristan sent him before moving on to the files that her brother sent.

She’d definitely been busy over the years, Quinn thought as he read through the articles written about her, the blog posts, and interviews before he focused on learning everything that he could about Haven Technologies. He took in the angry reviews, the list of her competitors that her games destroyed over the years, and the fucking nut jobs obsessed with her that had his jaw clenching and realized that he had no fucking idea where to start.

CHAPTER7

Clearing her throat, Bailey said, “I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize,” hoping that it would be enough to appease the large man who somehow managed to look angrier by the minute, which she had to admit was starting to concern her.

When he didn’t say anything, mostly because he was busy glaring at her from across the room in the unknown location that he’d taken her to, Bailey decided to take this moment to take in her surroundings and-

That was some really good coffee, Bailey thought with a happy little sigh as the bed slowly rushed up to meet her. “This is a really nice bed,” she mumbled against the really comfortable mattress, only to groan when she slowly fell over onto her side.

“Start talking,” Quinn said as she reached back and grabbed hold of the large comforter and pulled it over her so that she could cocoon herself in its fluffiness.

“Do you think we should start a softball team?” Bailey asked, snuggling back into the comforter only to decide that wasn’t enough and decided that the most efficient way to go about this was to roll over until the comforter was securely wrapped around her and-

“This is better,” she murmured with a nod, deciding that the floor allowed her to curl up more efficiently in the comforter that she loved more than anything.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass,” came the heavily sighed words as she found herself scooped up off the floor and returned to the large bed that hadn’t been able to handle her needs.

“I know,” Bailey said, nodding solemnly as she moved to roll off the bed again, only to grumble when he picked her back up and placed her in the middle of the bed. The move caused the bandage taped to her forehead to pull at her stitches and reminded her that he hadn’t answered her question.

“I think we should do it,” she said with another nod as she watched the incredibly angry man who’d been glaring at her all morning check the front door again.

“Do what?” Quinn absently asked as he made his way back to the couch and went back to doing whatever it was that he was doing with those guns that he laid out on the coffee table earlier.

“Start a softball team,” Bailey said with a firm nod as the euphoric haze that was making her day better continued spreading over her body, making her wonder if she’d imagined the pain earlier.

“And why would you want to do that?” Quinn asked, throwing her a questioning look even as she couldn’t help but wonder if she should be concerned that the man who kidnapped her was heavily armed.

“Because Pam has a really good swing,” Bailey said with a dreamy sigh, imagining all the games that they could win with her on their team. Not that she wanted to play softball because she didn’t, but she felt that was something that they should do at the moment. She also wanted more of that delicious coffee that he’d given her after she’d refused to take any more pills.

“That she does,” Quinn murmured in agreement as she took in the large, one-room cabin and once again found herself wondering how he’d managed to get her here.

“Which is why I can’t fire her,” Bailey said with a forlorn sigh and a sad shake of her head that was somewhat impeded by the comforter encasing her.

“Because she can swing a bat?” Quinn asked as she took in the view of the woods surrounding them and couldn’t help but frown in confusion because those didn’t look like Florida trees.

“Ummmm, where are we exactly?” Bailey found herself asking even as she wondered why she was suddenly struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Georgia,” he said before adding, “I drugged you.”

“Oh,” Bailey mumbled, unable to help but frown as she went on to wonder why she didn’t care.

Probably the drugs, Bailey thought with a nod, only to realize that she couldn’t properly nod, which led her to realize something important.

She was trapped.

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“You’re fine,”Quinn said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stood there, wondering where he’d gone wrong.

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