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remembered, not for the first time, the feel of
him pressed against her. His heat had been faint then, masked by
the barrier of their clothing. What would it be like to feel his
cock pulsing against her again, in time with his heart, and maybe
even hers too, with nothing between their skins? And his hand –
where would it venture if it weren’t clenched around her wrist as
solidly as a steel manacle?
    These thoughts warred with a sense of dread
that was perhaps more appropriate, given the situation. Did he
still have the gun?
    She hadn’t seen him without it since he’d
robbed the bank. Was he taking her out into the forest to shoot
her, where no one would see or hear? Was he going to ensure that
there would be no one to tell the police what kind of car he was
driving, or what direction he was headed in? Would her body be
discovered by unsuspecting hikers, or by a bear?
    She broke into a sweat as she followed him,
trampling undergrowth and small saplings. Though they’d seemed
sensible back at the bank, her work heels were hardly suitable for
the activity. She stumbled several times, while sticks and plants
pricked her feet. She vacillated continually between the urge to
break free and run, and the urge to seize her captor and do
something that would have both shocked and filled Alicia and Cindy
with livid jealousy.
    Finally, they stopped in a small clearing and
the gunman released her wrist. She regretted the loss of contact
and longed to reach out and touch him, to establish her own grip on
him, for the first time. Instead, she reached down and pulled a
twig from one of her battered shoes. ‘What are you going to do to
me?’
    ‘That’s up to you,’ he replied.
    She arched an eyebrow, much as he had the day
before – that seemed ages ago.
    ‘You have a choice.’
    ‘Well, what is it then?’ she asked,
uncharacteristically blunt. She was panting slightly, and her
wrinkled work clothes were now sweat-stained in places. Her feet
were bleeding where they’d been pricked and scraped, and there were
leaves stuck in her hair. On top of it all, she was hornier than
she’d ever been, and it was all his fault. She was in no mood for
playing games.
    ‘I can leave you here. You’ll find your way
back to the road, but not before I do – not in those shoes anyway.’
She scowled at him. ‘Then you can wait at the turnaround and flag
down a police car, or anybody who’ll let you use their cell phone,’
he continued.
    ‘Gee, thanks,’ she spat. She was glad he
hadn’t mentioned shooting her, but she wasn’t about to remind him
that was a possibility. ‘What’s my other option?’
    ‘You can come with me,’ he said, ‘not as my
hostage, but my partner.’
    ‘What?’ His words sent her heart racing and
her eyes bulging as she tried to comprehend the enormity and
absurdity of his suggestion. Was he serious?
    ‘You heard me.’ He looked serious. His blue
eyes glittered, daring her to ask again.
    Being kidnapped at gun point and held hostage
for a day had taken its toll on Tiffany, and she did something she
never would have imagined herself doing the day before. She drew
back her hand and slapped him hard across the face, thinking of how
he’d thrown her against the Mustang.
    He grunted. The palm of her hand burned as
she drew it back to her side, but she refused to show any sign of
pain. He had no such reservations, and raised a large hand to
cradle his cheek. She smiled smugly, and regretted it almost
immediately as she realized that she wanted to comfort him.
For one brief second, she was tempted to pull down his head and
hold it against her chest, as she’d imagined earlier. And then, she
realized she wanted to hit him again.
    ‘Was that supposed to be an answer?’ he
asked, rubbing his jaw. ‘If so, I think I’m going to need you to
translate.’
    She glared at him. ‘You want me to come with
you as your partner ?’ she asked incredulously. ‘Like Bonnie
and Clyde or something?’
    He shrugged.