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I hate the way my mouth runs dry. The way the sexy dream I had about him floods me, especially since he looks more like my fantasy version of him. I donotwant to be thinking about any instant attraction right now. That’s insane. This man kidnapped me and now has me in his cabin… why?
Well, I don’t know what he wants me here for. That’s the worst part of all of this.
“Come on,” he says in a much softer voice than he used on me last night when he was barking endless orders my way. “Let me help you.”
I shake my head hard. My fight or flight instincts have kicked in and I need to run. I try again, racing for the door, hoping thatnow that I’m prepared I can overcome the electric shocks, but that doesn’t happen.
The shock hits me just as hard, if not harder, and sends me flying backwards again.
There’s no escaping this, but I’m not upset about it. I’m not about to weep like a freaking baby. In fact, I’m fuming.
“What the hell is going on here, Wilson?” I snap in a much stronger voice than how I feel inside. I stagger to my feet, acting like I’m tougher than him, even if he did overpower and kidnap me. Even if I do know that there’s a gun somewhere. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t understand. I helped you in the clinic, or I thought I did anyway. I guess that was all a trick, wasn’t it? You know my father runs the Irish Mafia, don’t you? This shit is insane.”
But Wilson continues to ignore me. He walks towards the kitchen like I just asked him what’s for breakfast or something.
“Are you even listening to me, Wilson? You can’t keep doing this to me…”
He shoots me a death stare. “Owen.”
“Huh?” I have to admit, that stops me in my tracks. What the hell is he talking aboutnow?
“My name. It’s Owen Jackland.”
Owen Jackland?
Wow, that’s weird.
I’m so used to thinking of him as Wilson Anderson, so this is strange. But I guess it makes sense that he lied to me since he didn’t tell meanythingreal about himself. The beard, the sickness, the struggles… it’s strange to think that none of that was true, and I was so deeply sucked in.
But I’m not about to be sucked all the way in.
“Okay, whatever, Owen Jackland,” I spit out while waving a dismissive hand. “You still don’t have the right to bring me here, wherever this is. You haven’t even explained to me what’s goingon. You just stormed into my place of work with a gun, telling me that Blake had been killed, repeating my father’s password, and for what? For this?”
I wave my hands around in dismay. I don’t want to be here, with this monitor clipped to my leg, staring at the man I thought I knew, but who has become a stranger. I honestly wish that I could just close my eyes and wake up in my own bed, with none of this being real.
I’d even take waking up in the clinic and having a few more hours to the end of my shift thanthis.
“Are you hungry?”
I blink in surprise. Did he really just ask me that? I’m trying to get answers out of him. Why is he refusing to give meanything?
“I’m just about to cook. Do you want anything, Emma?”
My stomach growls, betraying me, but still I shake my head in irritation. “I don’t want anything cooked by you. You might poison it.”
Owen offers me nothing more than a one-shouldered shrug. “It doesn’t matter to me what you do. If you want to starve, that’s up to you.”
I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, but it’s like all the air has been whipped out of my lungs. All I can do is watch in shock as he starts preparing a meal that’s obviously just for one. Him. He really doesn’t give a shit if I starve or not.
I remain standing where I am for a few moments, basically in shock, while I watch him move around the kitchen with ease. He obviously knows this place well. The so called homeless man has clearly spent a lot of time here, cooking and living in comfort. Not on the streets like he told me he did when he had me fooled.
But I don’t have time to focus on that.
Not when he’s still topless and his muscles are rippling.
The attraction I didn’t want to feel for Wilson Anderson flows through me.
The desire I definitely shouldn’t feel for my kidnapper, Owen Jackland, surges through me as well. He really does have a body to die for.
