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she whispered.
    He nodded and climbed from the car, and walked around to open the door. He helped her from the car and wrapped an arm around her waist. Only she knew that this show of manners was just that: a show.
    There would be no running in the shoes she had on anyway, she knew. For now, she’d have to play along with him. There was little else she could do.
    They walked inside quietly. The RA was apparently not paying much attention, as any stranger coming into the dorm this time of night should have caused at least a question as to what was going on. Vincent University wasn’t keen on overnight guests in the dorms, but the halls were empty.
    “I need my keys,” she said, pausing at a door.
    Brandon handed over her purse. He’d already looked inside and knew that other than the phone, a tube of lipstick, wallet, and keys, it was empty. When she’d pulled out the keys, he took them and unlocked the room, then reached around the corner for the light switch.
    “Get what you need, Amanda. For a few days. Make it look like you decided to have a weekend away,” Brandon said.
    She knew he was watching him as she grabbed a couple pairs of jeans from the closet and some T-shirts. “Where are we going?”
    “Just get the stuff, and write the note so we can get out of here,” he said stiffly, pacing the small room.
    “Am I coming back?” she asked quietly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.
    “I’m losing patience, Amanda. You have two minutes, and we’re leaving—with whatever I decide to grab.”
    “I need some things from the bathroom.”
    “Then get them.” He followed her into the small room and watched to be sure she didn’t grab anything dangerous, she assumed.
    She didn’t have any kind of weapon—and she didn’t think she’d have had the heart to use one even if she had. She grabbed a brush and her toothpaste and such, then tossed it into the small case Brandon held out to her.
    “Write the note,” he ordered, pointing to the desk. “Tell her you are going away for the weekend with a friend.”
    She nodded and sat at the desk and did as he asked. “Can I bring my computer?”
    “Why? Do you want to email someone?” he taunted. “Sorry, don’t think so.”
    “Look, this girl just moved in here today. I don’t know her. I don’t want my computer left here.”
    With almost a snarl, Brandon picked up the computer and slid it under his arm. “Let’s go. Time’s up.” He’d watched when she’d written the note, and couldn’t figure she’d put in anything that would be any sort of warning to anyone that she was in trouble.
    “Can I change?”
    He shook his head. “You have clothes here.” He didn’t think she’d try to run in what she had on. Not on those shoes, at any rate. “But you can grab some tennis shoes if you have them, and put them in the bag.”
    Amanda nodded and grabbed a pair of shoes from the closet and stuffed them into the bag, along with a few underthings she’d also forgotten to pack. And something to sleep in.
    Brandon stood at the door and after being sure the hall was clear, motioned for her to go out. He closed and locked the door, then pocketed her keys. “Your car somewhere safe?” he demanded.
    “Why? Afraid it might be stolen?”
    His eyes narrowed and he gripped her arm. “Answer the question.”
    “I don’t have a car!” she snapped, her voice low.
    “Then let’s go.” He didn’t let go of her arm, but he also wasn’t hurting her, and he knew it. He led her back outside and put her case and the computer into the trunk of his car.
    After opening the car door, he waited for her climb in.
    She stood stiffly for a moment, her eyes on his.
    Then did the last thing he’d expected her to do.
    She lifted her skirt and ran.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Amanda looked over her shoulder as she ran from him. “Stupid,” she muttered. It had been stupid to try to run from him here on campus.
    She didn’t need the questions if one of the