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pushed it open to reveal…nothing. The cubicle was empty.
    “Fucking hell !” He slammed his hand against the door. She must have done something to the toilet to cover her escape. “I’m gonna throttle that woman.” He heard her as she made it through the door. Turning on his heel, he headed after her with a bellow of fury. Despite his earlier threats, he didn’t go for his gun as he rounded the door, using a hand wrapped around the frame to spin himself through it and out into the night air.
    She was just ahead of him, trying to run in those ridiculously high boots. Day grinned. She might have a head start on him, but running wasn’t one of her talents. Even with the all-out panic he could read in every line of her body, she had no chance, not against him.
    He set off after her, the powerful muscles in his legs driving him forward in a flat sprint. Even though he’d threatened to shoot her, he had no intention of it. Not when he could run her down. Just ahead of him, she squealed; a soft exclamation of denial, fear, frustration.
    She tried to turn and evade his grasp, but he already had her. His hands descended on her shoulders just as they reached the truck. With two deft movements, he twisted her arm into a lock, slammed her hard into the hood of the truck, and pinned her there.
    “Stupid move,” he told her, using his foot to kick her ankles apart as he pressed her into the cool metal.
    “At least I tried,” she snarled in her defense, as if it made any difference. “I’m not going to take this lying down. If you thought that, then you really are an idiot!” She tried to struggle, but he kept the pressure of his body against hers, pinning her against the hood of the truck.
    He chuckled, his breath fanning over her neck, and stirring the hair lying across it. “You seem to be lying down right now.”
    He felt her shiver underneath him, and she was quiet for a while before she started squirming to try and get out of his grip. “That’s crude even for you, you douche.”
    He tightened the grip on her arm until she stopped moving around, then lifted up and flipped her over easily. Despite the sass and attitude that somehow made her seem bigger than she was, she was a slender, petite little thing. Especially when compared to him. Roughly, he shoved her thighs apart, wedged his hips between them, and bracketed her head with his hands. It was a risk, letting her hands go. She could always try for his gun. But, fast as she might be, Day knew he was faster. Now, instead of a kidnapper/ victim combo, they looked like lovers to anyone who might catch a glimpse of them from the highway.
    He glared at her, filled with determination and anger. He clenched his jaw. “I’ve not even started on crude yet, sweetheart. You want to try for it?”
    Her hands went up to his chest, and she tried to push him away. “You’re not the first sleaze ball who tried to act funny with me,” she ground out, anger and frustration emanating from her. “Keep this up, and you’ll get a first-hand look of what I did to him when he tried to be a filthy pig.”
    Day shifted his hips and lifted up a little, feeling like the creep she’d called him. He’d never, never needed to threaten a woman like this to get her to cooperate. Honey was always so much easier to use than threats. Trouble was, honey didn’t come easily to him. Especially when all his instincts told him she wasn’t indifferent to him. “Methinks the lady doth protest too loudly,” he taunted softly.
    “In your dreams, douche bag.” she snapped back. “Get the hell off of me.” She tried pushing him again, but her efforts weren’t as whole-hearted as before.
    His chuckle was mocking as he lifted away from her slightly. “You have no clue what my dreams are like.” Gently, he swept a finger along her cheekbone. “Really no clue at all…”
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    The rest of the journey to the cabin passed quickly, a strained silence reigning supreme in