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“Hang on a second,” Marco said thoughtfully. “Did you just say Joe called you?”
“Yeah.”
“He has a signal there?”
“Sure,” Benny replied.
“When you’re searching her apartment, you’d better pick up some clothes. She’ll be here a while. Take one of the sports bags.”
“Sure thing,” Benny replied. “Anything else?”
“No, but if I think of something, I’ll call.”
“Okay, boss. See you in a bit,” Benny said, closing the door behind him as he left.
But Marco was no longer paying attention.
Steph’s comment was echoing through his head.
“There was no signal where I parked.”
Chapter 3
Still sitting on the couch with her knees to her chest, Steph’s shoulders had begun to ache. Lifting her arms and swiveling around, she stretched out and closed her eyes, praying her risk would pay off. Her old, dear friend Max, a man who was like a second father to her, knew she’d been tailing Marco Moretti. He’d lectured her for doing something so dangerous, but he wasn’t aware of her plans that day. If he received a text saying she’d arrived safely, he’d have no idea what she was talking about and realize something was wrong. Cell phones were easy to track. Being sharp and resourceful with the skills and equipment to do it, Max would locate her and ride to the rescue.
A noise startled her.
Opening her eyes, she saw Marco ambling toward her. Square-shouldered and straight-backed, he carried himself with a seductive confidence. But the man was corrupt and ruthless, and once his mind was made up it couldn’t be changed.
He drew closer.
Her heart skipped.
He was the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on.
Like a rougher, tougher Henry Cavill.
But no one knew she was there.
Her movements in the lodge were being monitored.
There was no escape.
She was at his mercy.
As he leaned over her, she instinctively cringed, but to her surprise, he produced a key and removed the handcuffs.
“Would you like some coffee or something to eat?” he asked, straightening up and towering over her.
“Thank you, Mr. Moretti,” she replied meekly, thinking perhaps she could win him over by being compliant. “I would, very much.”
“Come with me.”
Taking her hand and helping her to her feet, he surprised her a second time with an incongruously warm smile.
“We’ll go into the kitchen.”
The man was a walking, talking paradox.
