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saw him sitting close to me, worry in his eyes.  

    “I think you had a panic attack,” he told me.

    A panic attack? Me? I’d never had one before in my life. “Oh,” was all I said. My mind was so jumbled; I didn’t know what to think.

    “Listen, Penelope, I know you’re scared,” he started.

    “Scared? Yes I’m scared,” I replied, my voice still weak. “I’ve been kidnapped with no memory of it, and the only person I’ve talked to here won’t tell me why.”

    Being kept in the dark not only made me angry, it felt like hot lava rolling down my spine. He was my only source of information, and he refused to tell me a damn thing! How dare he take me and not tell me why! I tried to sit up quickly but was instantly assailed with dizziness, making me fall back onto the bed.

    “Whoa , whoa,” he said, gently pressing me down.

    “Don’t touch me,” I hissed.  

    He instantly removed his hand. “Seriously, relax. You need to rest. You’ve been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours.”

    I looked at him like he was crazy. “You think?”

    My head was pounding, and my throat was dry. All I wanted to do was go home. Tears sprang in my eyes, and I turned my head away from him. I just wanted him to leave me alone.

    “I don’t blame you for being angry,” he told me. “I also don’t blame you for hating me. I’d hate me too.”

    I still wouldn’t look at him, but I couldn’t resist saying, “Then let me go.”

    He let out a hollow laugh, and my tears started streaming down my face. Would I ever see home again?

    “I wish it were that easy, sweetheart.”

    My head jerked to look at him when he said that. “Don’t call me that,” I seethed, the tears still falling down my face.

    He winced when he saw, but I didn’t care. He was an asshole, and I hated him, hated him more than I’d hated anyone in my life.  

    He held up a hand. “Whoa, whoa,” he said. “Settle down. All I was saying was there’s no way I can just let you go home, as you requested. All I can tell you right now is that you were taken in retaliation.”

    I squinted my eyes at that. Retaliation? For what? “What are you talking about?”  

    He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he was trying to think of what to say in response. What in the world would I be taken in retaliation for? I scoured my brain to think of something, anything, but nothing came to mind.

    He finally spoke. “Listen, that’s all you need to know for now. No more questions.”

    I sat up quickly, then felt my head spin. He reached out to help me, but I recoiled at his approach, making him sit back. It was then I really focused on his face and was again reminded at how beautiful he was. I felt my heart start to race, and I knew it wasn’t from the panic attack I’d just had. I jerked my head to look out the small window by my bed, needing space from him. But I also needed some answers regardless of what he’d just said.

    “How long will I be here?”

    He sighed. “I said no more questions, Penelope.”

    I looked at him then and saw that he was looking straight at me. He was sculpted everywhere, from his jaw to his feet. Every part of him was strong, I thought as I zeroed in on his full lips. I knew even they would be strong in his kisses.

    I shook my head a little, stunned at where my thoughts had gone. “Please call me Penny,” I said out of nowhere. No one called me Penelope except for my grandmother and father. Everyone else called me Penny, which I preferred.

    “Yeah, okay,” he responded, clearly confused at my change in subject. “Penny.”

    “Who did something so horrible that I was taken for it?” I demanded. None of this made any sense, and it made me extremely angry. I had been taken in retaliation of something I had no idea about and was planted on some boat in the middle of the ocean. It made no sense.

    He suddenly stood up and began pacing. He was conflicted—that was easy to