to preparing dinner. He’d let her cool off. She might be angry but she’d get over it. After setting the table and pouring their drinks, he realized that it was quiet.
Too quiet.
He dried his hands and walked out into the hall. He had a partial view of the stairs but it was silent upstairs. His heart dropped but when he patted his pant leg, some of his fear abated. The truck keys were still there.
As he turned back toward the kitchen a rumble from outside alerted him. Shit! He rushed to the front door and flew outside. He’d forgotten about the Hide-a-key under the bumper. Obviously she hadn’t.
Kidnapping her had been a risk but he’d thought that once he got her here, she’d calm down. He should have known better than that.
Taillights disappeared down the gravel path. He had two choices and no time to decide. He could wait and hope she came back but that wasn’t really an option. After a two second internal debate, he sprinted into the woods. Branches and leaves scraped against his arms, legs and face but he ignored everything. The path she was on curved around but he had a straight shot through the forest. If only he could make it around the bend before her.
Since it was dark and she didn’t know where she was going, he hoped she’d be driving a little slower. His heart pounded against his rib cage as he jumped over a fallen tree. The sound of his truck rumbled not too far away but he was still ahead of her. He pushed through a clearing and skidded onto the gravel road. Standing in the middle of the path, he crossed his arms over his chest and hoped she wasn’t so mad that she wouldn’t stop.
Bright lights nearly blinded him but the truck stopped a couple of feet in front of him. Gravel flew everywhere. When the lights turned off and he got a clear picture of Caitlyn, he resisted the urge to run and hide. The statement was cliché but if looks could have killed, he’d be flat on his back and not breathing.
She jumped out of the vehicle, her thick hair flying everywhere and stormed over until they stood inches apart. “What the hell are you doing? Get out of my way!” She pushed against his chest.
Not hard but enough to make her point. As if he didn’t realize she was pissed. “Why don’t you just calm down and we’ll talk over dinner?”
“I’m not eating anything with you. For all I know, you poisoned that too. And don’t tell me to calm down!” She stormed past him and continued walking down the road.
He watched her perfect ass sway as she hurried off and fought his already growing erection. The path was miles from a main road and without any light she’d hurt herself. He rubbed a hand over his face. He hated doing this as much as he’d hated bringing her there the way he had but he wasn’t going to spend the night chasing her down. Not when they could be doing much more interesting things. He jogged after her and in one swoop, threw her over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” She pounded on his back but he ignored her.
Once they made it to the truck, he put her down.
“I’m not staying with you so you might as well let me go.” A faint flush had risen over her face, like they’d just finished an all night marathon. That thought alone and his throat closed up.
Any thoughts he might have had about letting her go vanished. In a few fluid movements, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and snapped them on her left wrist before attaching the other one to his right one.
Gape-mouthed, she stared at him. Okay, maybe he’d taken it too far but it was a quick fix to his problem.
“Are you going to get in the truck or what?”
“Where is the key to this?” she demanded and held up her hand, pulling his along with it.
“Back at the house.” He couldn’t keep the smug tone out of his voice.
“You’re a monster,” she muttered before sliding into the front seat.
He slid in after her and with a little maneuvering, managed to get them back to the cabin in a few