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him.
    Greg never said a thing about her beyond the fact that she
would be a good business asset to him. He would never find her lovely.
    “Are you all right, Miss Kohl?” Hottie Two asked, his expression graver than before.
    Yes, she was rapidly making a complete fool of herself. She
gave them her brightest smile, the one she used on the snootiest society ladies
and men who thought she didn’t have a brain in her head. “Of course. Here. Thank you so much.”
    She held out the ten-dollar bill. As she did, her stare
fixed on the cart they’d pushed in. It was far larger than normal. At least
twice as large and three times as tall. There were two silver trays on top, but
no glasses and no silverware.
    “Miss Kohl,” the one with the unsmiling eyes began.
    A little thrill of fear spiked up her spine. Something was
wrong. “That’s not a delivery tray.”
    What they had rolled in was made of canvas. She could see it
plainly now.
    “No. It’s not,” the second man agreed. He took a step toward
her.
    Kinley backed up. “That’s a
laundry hamper.”
    It was the industrial kind used in hotels. Why had they
brought her food on a laundry hamper? Except there wasn’t actually any food
because that would have come with silverware and glassware, not two silver
covers that she could now see weren’t actually covering anything at all.
    “Don’t scream, sweetheart. We’re not here to hurt you.” The
second man was inching his way toward her.
    Holy crap! Then what
were they going to do?
    Kinley wasn’t about to obey them.
She opened her mouth and let out a long shout as she turned on her heels and
sprinted for the door.
    At least she meant to sprint for the door. Unfortunately,
she tripped on the stupidly long train of her dress and fell to her knees. She
scrambled, her heart pounding. Get up! She had to. Kinley had no idea what these men wanted,
but she wasn’t about to give it to them.
    An arm wound around her waist, and she was pulled back
against a hard body. She screamed again, but this time a hand clapped over her
mouth.
    Did they mean to rob
her? Rape her? Kill her? God, was this really happening? Tears overflowed.
    The first man, the really big one, stepped in front of her.
“It’s all right, Kinley . We’re going to take care of
you.”
    Yes. It looked like they were going to take care of her—by
burying her somewhere or tying her feet to cinder blocks and dropping her in
the ocean. She’d watched enough ID TV to know what came next.
    She tried to sink her teeth into the hand that covered her
mouth. He cursed, and she managed to gain a tiny bit of purchase, but
otherwise, he held tight.
    “She’s fucking biting me, Law,” he hissed.
    A smile crept across the face of the one called Law. It
looked rusty from disuse, but when he smiled, his eyes lit up. “Good for her,
Ry. I told you she was stronger than you thought. Baby, you have to stop
fighting us or I’ll have to do something I’d rather not. I want to talk to you.
I want to explain everything.”
    He wanted to explain how he was going to rape and murder
her? She bit down harder. The arm around her waist tightened, but the hand
never moved.
    “Goddamn it, Law. She’s about to take a fucking piece out of
my hand. She’s got two of the fingers I type with,” he snarled. “Take her out
or I will.”
    Law stepped up, and she noticed the needle he was carrying.
Nothing scared her more than that. She stopped biting the hand over her mouth
and tried to scramble away. She couldn’t be unconscious. She couldn’t be at
their mercy.
    Kinley kicked back, desperate to
escape their hold.
    The mass of muscle behind her didn’t move an inch.
    Law looked down at her, those blue eyes of his filled with
some unnamed emotion. He reached out for her with an odd tenderness as he
smoothed back her hair. “I will take care of you, baby.”
    She shook her head frantically, but that needle hit her arm
anyway. It went right through her silk gown and sank into her