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I glared at him, tugging my towel wrap down to cover up what I could of my upper thighs and adjusting it over my breasts.I was practically naked and being kidnapped by my former brother-in-law.Things could not get any more twilight zone than this.
“Ready?”the driver asked.
“Yeah,” Wilder replied.“Make sure the house is locked up when the car is taken care of.”
The guy nodded.
“What car?My car?”I asked him.
He didn’t respond.The only reaction I got from him was his jaw clenching.This was Wilder.Sarah’s father.He wasn’t going to hurt me.I knew this.Yet here I was, barely covered up, in the back of a strange SUV, after he barged into my house and took me.
“Wilder, can you tell me if Sarah is okay?”That was my one real concern.The rest would fall into place after that.
He nodded.“She’s fine.”
Okay.I could at least be relieved about that.
“Thank God.Now, will you please tell me why I am basically naked in the backseat of this vehicle after being forcefully taken from my home?”
He turned his head, and his gaze drifted down my body, as if he was just now registering that I was wearing a terry-cloth wrap.I had told him I was naked before.He hadn’t cared.
Muttering a curse, he leaned forward and pulled off the brown leather jacket he was wearing.“Put this on,” he said, shoving it at me.
I reached out and took it.“This is great and all, but you need to explain what is going on.”
His gaze swung back to the road in front of us.“You’re in danger, Oakley.I had to get you out.That’s all you need to know.”
Danger?Me?What?!
“Wilder, that isn’t an answer.How am I in danger, and how would you know I was in danger?Are you … high?”I asked finally, not able to come up with any other reason this man had lost his damn mind.
The driver laughed, then tried to cover it up with clearing his throat.
“No, I’m not fucking high,” he bit out.
That had clearly annoyed him.
“Well then, why are we doing this?Why do you think I’m in danger?”
“Because you are.”
I threw up my hands in frustration.“Thanks for clarifying.I feel so much better about all this now.My phone was in the house, Wilder.What if someone calls me?I have plans this afternoon.Hamilton is coming to pick me up.What happens when he shows and I’m not there, but my door is smashed in, and my phone, purse, car are all there?Did you think of that?This is technically a crime you’re committing here.Taking me by force.It’s called kidnapping.”
“You can shut up, or I can gag you,” Wilder said, cutting his eyes toward me, as if he’d rather look anywhere else.
“Gag me?See, that’s only making the crime worse.None of this is legal.I’m your daughter’s aunt, and I realize you don’t—” I stopped talking as he reached behind the seat.My eyes dropped to his bicep that was flexing against the fitted, short-sleeved black shirt he was wearing.For a moment, lust made me forget what I was saying.
But the moment was brief when he jammed a piece of cloth into my mouth, grabbed my shoulder, turned me away from him, wrapped the cloth around my head, and began to tie it.I reached up to grab it when he yanked back on it.
“If you touch it, I will tie your goddamn hands,” he warned me in a low voice.
Whoever this was, it was not Wilder.I didn’t recognize this man impersonating him.Wilder was a jerk, but only to me.He was a computer nerd, albeit a sexy one.He lived in a fancy house and drove an expensive car.He loved his mom and lived on the right side of the law.
The cruel, unhinged guy who had just gagged me was not Wilder Jones.Although he looked just like him and smelled like him.And he seemed to hate me as much as him.
I sank back against the seat, leaving the fabric he’d tied around my head in my mouth.He wasn’t going to explain.I could trust him, couldn’t I?I mean, he hated me, but would he do something bad to me?He’d said he was saving me.I didn’t see how this was saving me, but okay.He was Sarah’s dad.He loved her.She loved me.
In his voice messages, he had sounded frantic.Worried.Actually terrified.He had been scared someone was going to get me.He warned me not to leave the house.Begged me not to leave the house, was more like it.All those things meant I was not being kidnapped to be sold into the sex trade or something equally horrible.
