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she struggled to find her feet, a gloved hand closed over her mouth; a broad chest settled against her back, pressing her to the ground. “Don’t move.”
    For a second, she thought it was Connor, but the voice lacked his smooth sexiness. It held an accent she couldn’t pin down, Australian or Eastern European perhaps? She twisted, but he held her effectively in place. Desperate, she tried to see his face. A black ski masked covered his features, the darkness hiding the color of his eyes, and panic flashed through her. She lunged upward to smash her skull into his nose.
    A cool laugh mocked her efforts. Strong fingers sank into her up-do, tugging her head back. “Nice try, little cat.” He didn’t actually speak. He breathed the warped endearment, his words hot against her cheek. “Now, be a good girl and you won’t get hurt…much.”
    God, please, let Connor come back. Let him find me.
    Her captor released her hair and mouth, but a ball of fabric replaced his hand, forcing her lips open to press on her tongue, gagging her. He wrenched her to her feet and thrust her chest against a nearby tree. The man did nothing to hurt her, but his grip proved unbreakable. Using his body weight, he held her in place as he jerked a stocking cap backward over her face so she had no holes to see or breathe through. Claustrophobia threatened to smother her while he dragged her, stumbling, down the pebbled slope. Gavin and Savannah had already left. She’d driven her only other friend off in a snit. No one will miss me! No one will help.
    Once her feet touched the smooth asphalt parking lot, Kate fought her captor wildly, jerking and twisting. Her purse was in her car, her cell and key fob tucked for safekeeping in the pocket of Connor’s tuxedo jacket, which she had given back to him. Even if she could break the kidnapper’s steely grip, she couldn’t escape to her car. Her only hope was to draw the attention of someone from the party. The gag and mask muffled her screams, and she could not discern anything beyond vague shapes. When she connected with the kidnapper’s knee, he wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed until she struggled to inhale.
    “Kick me again and regret it.” He shifted her to one arm the second before she heard the click of a car door. He shoved her onto a bench seat. “Put your hands in your lap. Now!”
    When she didn’t move fast enough, he caught her wrists and tied them together, then belted her in place, leaving her completely helpless.
    Terror unlike any she had ever known swept through her, her greatest nightmare come to reality. She choked on a sob, and tears soaked the wool covering her face. She swallowed around the gag in her mouth. “Peez! Don do dis!”
    He assailant went still for a moment. Gentle fingers touched the moist fabric over her cheekbone. “Shh, Goldilocks, don’t cry. Papa won’t hurt you.”
    The rear door beside her slammed, and a cool breeze slipped over her bare shoulders when the driver’s door opened and shut. The kidnapper started the car and drove from the smooth parking lot onto the crunch of the gravel. She tried to track the turns, but the winding country roads leading to the barn made it difficult to discern actual turns versus nothing more than a sharp curve. Deprived of her ability to see, too many sensations pressed in—the itch of the damp wool, the whoosh of blood through her veins accompanied by the thump of her heart, vulnerability, the dizzying rock of the car, and the faint scent of masculine cologne that smelled like Connor’s and made her want to cry for having shoved him away.
    Would he blame himself for her rape or…death? He had warned her, had told her the trees held dangers. A bubble of hysteria rose in her throat. There might be bears —
    Suddenly, she collapsed against the seat. Fear lifted. He wouldn’t have. But she knew he had. Papa Bear wouldn’t hurt Goldilocks.
    I’m going to fucking kill him .

Chapter Four
    Connor watched