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man she was much too attracted to, a man who had claimed he’d like the job of being her fantasy man, a man who had all the right stuff to carry out that role.
    Fallon splashed cold water on her face, reviewing her alternatives. She would not fall prey to Stockholm syndrome, where a victim fell in love with her captor. Realistically, she had only one good option. Upstairs, hidden at the back of her closet lay her best hope. He’d left her no choice. She would have to go for her backup gun.
    After cracking open the bathroom door, she watched Kane open the cabinet that held the big television and remove the remote control from atop the cabinet. “It seems to work just fine.”
    She didn’t answer. She slipped off her shoes, then silently ran upstairs. Half expecting that at any moment he’d pop in front of her and tell her to stay with him where he could watch her, she made the most of his distraction with the television.
    She padded across the thick carpet. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her heart skipped erratically. She entered her closet and flung aside scarves, gloves and purses, seeking cold metal until she clutched the 9 mm automatic.
    With practiced ease, she flipped off the safety, pulled the slide back to chamber the first of nine rounds. She remembered the gun instructor’s words like he’d said them yesterday. “Don’t go for a weapon unless you intend to shoot. Don’t shoot unless you aim to kill.”
    She’d never fired a gun at anyone, never mind aimed to kill—but she’d never been kidnapped, either. Taking a deep breath, Fallon crept silently down the steps. Kane hunched forward on the leather sofa, staring at the television with a frown of concentration.
    She stepped closer, aiming at his chest. “I don’t know what you did to me, but I want you to undo it.”
    Kane raised a brow, his expression one of disappointment rather than fear. “You’re in this until the end.”
    The end? That sounded like a death threat.
    “What do you want with me?” she asked, determined to pry information from him.
    Ignoring the weapon, he broke into a grin so sexy, it stole her breath. His eyes locked on hers with an intimate look of pure awareness. “I want nothing except what you’re willing to give.”
    “I’m not giving you one damn thing.”
    The heat in his tone could have melted sugar. “Before we’re done, you’ll want to put me in charge.”
    His words seared her like a bolt of lightning andshe fought to ignore the electric charge sizzling up and down her veins.
    Despite her gun, she didn’t feel in control and her voice hitched. “I’ll put you in charge of what?”
    “In charge of you.” He chuckled, his glance enticing and knowing.
    As he stood and advanced toward her, his rhythm steady and decisive, his eyes blazed with a powerful determination and emphatic certainty that she would give him whatever he asked of her.
    She would never agree. Never. Even if her breasts tingled with excitement at the thought, even if she felt a sudden swooping pull in her belly at the idea of allowing him to do with her as she wished. As if sensing the conflict between her thoughts and her physical needs, he let his eyes drop to her breasts where her traitorous nipples had betrayed her by hardening into tight buds. He smiled knowingly and with pure pleasure, telling her that he most definitely liked what he was seeing.
    “You do want me,” his tone coaxed. “The idea of giving yourself over to me excites you, doesn’t it?”
    “You are so wrong,” she denied while recalling that he’d overheard much more of her conversation with Jaycee. Too bad Jaycee was right and she really did need a good fantasy to sweep her away. She hadn’t taken a vacation in years. Hadn’t had a fling in longer than she cared to remember. And Kane was perfect in so many ways, polite, yet in charge, intelligent and charming. She would love to ditch her responsibilities and just play. In fact, the idea wasso appealing that if she