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Shaking her head, she took control of the situation. She had to get things done and that meant getting help with her car and asking for directions.
By the look on their faces, they were not happy to see her at all. Which happily meant they weren’t serial killers. A serial killer would not look at their feast with scowls. So she was good on that front.
“Oh, I’m so glad to see another human being, three actually. I have a flat and I have no idea how to change it. I would be so grateful if you helped me, please. Also, I’m looking for a shopaholics therapy retreat center, but I think I may have taken a wrong turn. Can you redirect me, please?
“A what?” one of them asked, his voice so deep, that he set her body on fire. Another crazy thing she had not experienced before.
“A shopaholics therapy retreat center. It’s where people who like to shop maybe a little too much go to get help so that they can eventually shop in a more controlled, acceptable manner.” She tucked her phone under her arm, then used her hands to make a gesture of being enclosed as she emphasized acontrolled acceptable manner.
The three men looked at each other and passed a look among themselves that clearly said she was the deranged one. Well hello, she had to explain what a shopaholic was, so there.
“There’s no such thing around these parts.” Another one of them replied. She refused to be mesmerized by him and his deep voice and strapping manly demeanor.
“But there must be, I have a map, and if you could—”
“There’s a storm coming. You can’t be on the road. You’re coming with us,” the third man said, the only one of them wearing a beanie, pulled down low. His gruff tone was tinged with annoyance. She seemed to irk him, and she hadn’t ever met him before either. She frowned at the fact that he only showed her the left side of his face before he turned away from her completely.
“Thank you, but no. I would rather be on my own way. But if one of you could please just help me with my car.”
“Did you hear what we said? Whether we help you with your flat or not and we’re not, you can’t be on the road.”
Harper inhaled sharply. She was freezing her ass off. Talking without letting her teeth chatter had taken a strain on her and she wanted to be anywhere else but here.
“Fine. You want to be giant-size pricks and refuse to help a lady in distress. Go ahead. I hope your mothers know what kind of sons she created—”
She cut herself off before she continued.
“It’s not snowing right now, so thank you very much. I’ll take my chances and wait in my car until a real gentleman comes this way and helps me with my flat. Good day and good damn luck to you three.”
“Which part of snowstorm don’t you get? Killman’s Pass has already been cordoned off. So you’re coming with us until the storm passes and trust us, the last thing we want is a little brat on our hands, but we’re not going to leave you out here to die either.”
Killman’s Pass? She had passed it maybe forty minutes ago. Could she believe them?
A little brat?
Screw them. They knew nothing about her. And so what if she was a little bratty? It was none of their business. What was she going to do? Take her chances on the road and die or take her chances with them and die.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Trust us, you’re not our type.”
She knew they were joking, that even if they were killers, they wouldn’t kill her. Like being the last woman on earth thing. She stupidly took offense to that though and that prompted her to raise her chin. She would have them know she was everyone’s type. But now specks of snow shimmered from their hair and it was only then she became aware it had started to snow.
“Fine. Where is your vehicle? I have bags.”
“It’s a hike.”
“A hike? If you expect me to hike through the creepy wilderness in my Louboutins and without my bags, think again. I would rather stay in my car and wait out the storm.”
“Not on our watch, now move it.”
Harper shook her arms out and felt a tantrum coming on.
“You three are far and wide the meanest men I have ever met. If I’m going with you, I want your names. You might say I’m not your type but that is probably a lie. I’m going to leave a note in my car so people will know who I went with. Do you have ID? And a pen and paper?”
Her demands were blatantly disregarded when suddenly her world capsized over as one of the huge men, grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder as if she were as light as a feather.
Her screams and shouts were equally ignored as they entered the quickly darkening woods and headed up a steep trail.
