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time—two years was a long time—that I hadn’t stop to think about the consequences of this. Of why he was here and why I should be frightened of him.
    “Break your wrist and it’ll just swell around the cuffs.”
    “Wouldn’t that make you happy? Fulfill that sadistic part of you.”
    “I’m sadistic? Who was the one who got a kick out of being tied to the bed?”
    “That was a long time ago,” I said, a blush working its way up my face. “Things change.”
    “You don’t like a little kinky sex anymore? That’s too bad.”
    My face was burning now. “Did Emily? Were we alike in that way?”
    He glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything.
    Score one for me.
    He turned the truck off the interstate, and within a few minutes, we were stopped at the tollbooth arms. He reached over and grabbed a ticket, barely waiting for the arm to get out of the way. He parked at the back of a long-term lot, pausing to put up a sun shield before he turned to me.
    “We’re going to have to go inside the airport. Will you behave, or do I need to subdue you?”
    “What does that mean?”
    He cocked an eyebrow like it was obvious and I was just too slow to understand.
    “Why don’t you just let me go? Why do you need me?”
    “Because I’d rather not have your murder blamed on me, too.”
    My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?”
    “When was the last time you saw Emily?”
    I shook my head. “I haven’t seen her since Paris.”
    His brow knitted together. “Amy, this is really important. I need to know what you know so that I can figure out what everyone else knows.”
    “You’re talking in riddles.”
    “Let me take it a little slower then. When is the last time you saw your sister?”
    “I haven’t.”
    “But she’s been back for eighteen months.”
    I started to shake my head and ask him how he knew that. But that was pretty obvious, wasn’t it?
    “You were still seeing her?”
    “Amy—”
    “Of course you were! The two of you must have had a blast laughing behind my back! Were you together when we were in college? When you were living with me?”
    “We don’t have time for this right now.”
    “Then when will we have time?”
    Instead of answering me, he reached into the back seat of his massive truck and grabbed a rather large duffle. He reached inside and pulled out a t-shirt, then came around to open my door. He unlocked the handcuff attached to the handrail, getting my hopes up that he was going to free me. But then he snapped it on his own wrist and then wrapped the t-shirt over the whole contraption, making it look like we were simply holding hands under some sort of oddly shaped scarf.
    “You’re seriously going to do this?”
    “I can’t allow you to get away from me.”
    “Why? You had no interest in being close to me two years ago.”
    “Amy…”
    He rolled his eyes even as he reached over me to grab his bag. As he did, his chest pressed hard against me, his scent enveloping me. He smelled different. When we were in college, he used cheap cologne. This was clearly not a cheap brand. And his shirt…no more throwing everything into a single load in the basement laundry room for him, I guessed. It smelled like professional cleaning. Like he had a nice house and a maid and all the luxury a single man could desire.
    I really didn’t know him anymore.
    How could so much change in such a short amount of time?
    “Who’s Megan?”
    He moved back, tossing his bag over his shoulder. “My boss.”
    “Are you in love with her?”
    He chuckled under his breath. “First I’m still sleeping with your sister, and now I’m also sleeping with my boss.”
    “You don’t have to sleep with someone to be in love with them.”
    He jerked his arm, the one with the handcuff around the wrist, and pulled me out of the truck.
    “You don’t speak unless spoken to, understand? Don’t go screaming for help in the middle of the airport. Don’t try to make eye contact with strangers. You do