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will get that managed and beautiful for you. Do you have a specific way you like to wear it?”
    Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Clean! Clean and straight.”
    Lissa and her bounciness sprang into action by grabbing her arm and dragging her to a nearby chair.
    “Great. I can do that for you.”
    She fell into the koosh chair and the bright eyed stylist went to work. The seat fell back with ease and soon her hair was immersed in warm water and shampoo. As angry and scared as she felt, it was hard not to relax between the soft chair, massaging hands and the subtle scent of lavender floating in the air. Catching herself dozing off, she jerked her eyes open.
    This is not a day spa...Stay on track...get away as soon as possible.
    The chair went back into normal position and Miss Perky's voice sounded in her ear bringing her back from her mind.
    “ So, you want it straight? I can curl it up nice for you.”
    “ Do whatever. I don't really care.”
    Mrs. Travine stood in front of her, from several feet away, looking very disappointed.
    “What?” She threw her arms in a give up fashion. “If you want me to be happy let me go home!”
    The woman looked as if she were going to say something , but was interrupted by Mr. Buchanan as he walked into the room.
    “ How are things going in here, Mrs. Travine.”
    “ Not well, I am afraid.”
    She paid no attention to the brush raking through her knots as she listened to the conversation between the billionaire and pretty warden.
    “What is the problem?”
    Mrs. Travine pointed in her direction and she returned the gesture with a glare.
    “ What's wrong with her?” he asked.
    “ She is clearly unhappy and upsets the other girls with her outbursts. I think we may have to tell her...”
    Tell me what?
    She scooted as far away from the loud hair dryer roaring in her ear, straining to hear the rest of the comments from the two people who knew what was going on. Irritated, she slapped the pink contraption of noise out of the girls hand and got up from the chair.
    “ The truth about what? What is going on around here and why can't I just go home?”
    Well damn, Mr. tall, dark and full of money has a charming smile full of the 3-D white teeth and a smooth deep voice, the type of voice that drove her crazy. He had to be sexy too?
    “Please, if you will bear with us. I know how scared and alone you must feel, but I assure you it is not what you think and you have nothing to fear here...”
    “ Then why can't I leave? I just...” her emotions reached their peak and broke the damn. She did something she had never done in front of people before, without being in pain, she cried. Real tears fell from her eyes.
    “ ...I just want to go home. Please, just let me go home.”
    Mrs. Travine felt like a warm blanket when she wrapped her in her arms, Mr. Buchanan lowered his voice and stepped forward.
    “I beg you. If you can just hold on for today, all will be explained tomorrow. I promise you. You will not suffer here and I will not ever send you to be someone's play thing. That is not what we do here. Please, I beg you, stay calm for today and do what Mrs. Travine asks of you, I assure you it is nothing out of your comfort zone and in the morning, you will know why you are here.”
    She lifted her tearful eyes toward the man before her and her entire impression of him changed. When she looked at him, she saw his heart break. It was written in the lines of his face, the frown upon his lips and the tears that filled his eyes. She leaned into the warmth of his hand when he touched her face and whispered.
    “ I swear to you I would never hurt any of you.”
    In that moment, she knew he was telling the truth. She saw it in his face and she felt it in his touch. Her breath caught in her chest when she realized it and she threw her arms around the man and cried like a baby in his arms. His soft murmurs in her ear were the sounds of angels and she clung to it for dear life. He was truly the light in