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bracelet.”
    “Yeah?”
    He nodded.
    “Well, if you know how I got it, you’re a mind reader.”
    “Stephen gave it to you.”
    “No.” But uncertainty flickered through her. Stephen Tucker Laughlin. That’s who he’d said he was looking for.
    “Or you stole it from him,” he added easily. “Victoria probably gave you too much of a pass on that one.”
    Is Tucker this Stephen Tucker Laughlin he’s looking for?
    “Who are you?” she asked.
    “The black sheep of the family. If you try hard enough, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
    He clearly thought she was someone else, and she already understood she wouldn’t be able to convince him of that fact. And he also wasn’t going to listen to her, no matter what she said. It was insane and she felt panic rise inside her.
    She hauled back and kicked him as hard as she could, connecting with his shin. He cursed viciously but didn’t release her. Callie tried to kick another time but suddenly she was slammed hard against the wall again. The air shot from her lungs and she inhaled like she was starved for air. His full weight was pressed against her.
    “I’m not Teresa,” Callie gasped. “In my wallet . . . my identification . . . you’ll see.”
    “Shut up,” he growled furiously. “I know you. So help me, before this is over you’re going to know me, too.”
    “It’s a mistake . . . it’s a mistake.”
    She could hear the hard pounding of his heart as if it were in her own ears. Her own pulse beat in rapid tandem. She hadn’t been this close to a man since Jonathan. Hadn’t wanted to be. The bizarre events that had led to this encounter only added to the intensity.
    A scream rose in her throat, but as if he sensed it his grip changed and one hand pushed down on her collarbone, the fingers lightly creeping toward her throat.
    “Don’t,” he said softly.
    “You’re scaring me.” Tears built behind her eyes.
    “That’s the idea,” he muttered grimly.
    A sound caught their attention. At the north end of the alleyway, two young men were just entering.
    Thank God. Callie could have wept with joy. Salvation was at hand.
    But then she met the eyes of her captor and they read each other’s mind at the same moment, Callie gauging just when to cry for help, her attacker wondering how to silence her.
    She opened her mouth, but her cry was extinguished as his mouth suddenly descended on hers, grinding down on her, cutting off her breath. As a kiss it left a lot to be desired, but as a means of keeping her quiet it was quite effective. She made choking sounds that could have meant anything, and though she tried to push him away she was helpless against his weight and the surprise of his unexpected maneuver.
    She pounded on his back but he was impervious to the action. The fingers of his right hand held her face a prisoner.
    There was no passion in the kiss, just a steely determination that Callie found more frightening than anything he’d done so far. He loathed what he was doing; she could feel it in the tight, unyielding contours of his lips, the tense hostility that radiated from every pore. If this was the way he felt about the mysterious Teresa, Callie found herself glad she wasn’t in the other woman’s shoes.
    Except she was—sort of. At least he thought she was.
    Teresa . . . Jonathan had called her Teresa the first time they met . . . that was the name, wasn’t it? Or had it been Marissa . . . ?
    The missing piece dancing outside her memory floated within reach. Something about Teresa? Immediately it slid out of reach again.
    One of his hands was wound in her hair and her head was trapped. The two teenagers whistled as they walked by. Callie wondered if she twisted, flailed, and sought escape, they would even consider she was a woman in trouble. She was aware of how much this kiss might look like an act of passion.
    As soon as the young men were out of earshot, Callie’s captor released her lips as if she burned his touch.
    “Don’t,”