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I just got some look plastered on your face.”
    She chuckled. “This is true. I did just get some about an hour ago, then about two hours before that, and maybe an hour before that, and a few hours before that, too.”
    My mouth dropped open, and I began laughing at her response. “What am I going to do with you?”
    She shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide the huge grin plastered on her face. “For starters, you’re going to take me to breakfast.”
    During breakfast, Megan laid out every single detail of her hot date and what had taken place after her date as well. Needless to say, she’d been on her way home this morning when she’d received my text.
    Our fingers and toes had a fresh coat of paint on them, and we were heading into one of our favorite stores to find an outfit for my dinner with Duke when my phone chimed.
 
Tonight isn’t going to work. I’m really sorry. I’m tied up at the office and won’t be done until late. I’ll call you later this week to reschedule.
     
    “Well so much for that. I guess I don’t need a new outfit now.”
    Megan glanced at me, confused. “Why not?”
    “That was Duke. Apparently he’s tied up at work and isn’t going to be able to get away for dinner tonight, so we’re going to have to reschedule.”
    I watched on as her famous I have an idea look began to take hold of her face.
    “Well, if he can’t go out for dinner, why don’t you take dinner to him?”
    I shook my head at her crazy idea. “I don’t think so. I don’t even know where he works, much less what he prefers to eat, other than pizza.”
    “Let me handle the logistics of finding out where he works. You just keep looking for something cute to show up in.”
    An hour passed, and I’d tried on several different outfits, finally deciding on a pair of skinny jeans, black knee-high riding boots, and a black blouse. All accompanied by matching accessories that added a pop of color.
    “This is perfect. He’ll be so caught up in how hot you look he won’t have a chance to think about the fact that it’s totally creepy you found out where he works before he even told you,” Megan said confidently.
    “Oh great. So now we’re turning the tables. I’m the creepy one. This is just perfect. Maybe this is a bad idea. I think I’m just going to save the outfit for when we reschedule.”
    We were headed for the car, bags in tow, when Megan programed an address into her phone.
    “Where are we going?” I asked perplexed.
    She smiled devilishly. “Just figured we should probably do a drive by so you know where to go tonight.”
    “Are you crazy? This is already weird enough. I am not going to go drive by his office. What if he sees us? Just go back to my house. We’ll look it up online, and I can get directions that way. I really don’t need you to drive by.”
    She laughed evilly and continued taking instructions from the computerized voice of her phone’s GPS.
    Ten minutes later, we were pulling into a gated warehouse less than five minutes away from my house. Duke’s truck was parked outside the front door, along with four other black vehicles.
    “Okay, this is a really bad idea. I can’t believe you actually pulled in. I know where he works. Now let’s leave.”
    Just as the last word escaped my mouth, Duke and six other guys came rushing out of the front door toward Megan’s car. They all had black vests and were holding handguns, which were now pointed in our direction.
    “What the hell is going on?” I screamed to Megan, who seemed to be stuck in a state of shock, staring directly at all of the men who were pointing loaded pistols in our direction.
    Before she could answer, the two biggest men in the group ripped our doors opened and yanked us out of the car. I tried to break loose, but before I could, my captor had already let me go and yelled back to the other guys. “Shit, they’re girls.”
    I looked at each of the men who still had their guns drawn on Megan and me, locking eyes