Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
He crossed his arms over his chest and she thought that he was actually scowling.
Well, one eye twitched. She was counting that as a scowl. She didn’t know whether to congratulate herself or run away in terror.
You don’t have anywhere to run.
That was an issue.
She was stuck in this small room with him . . . she might want to rethink her stance on provoking him.
But Angie was damn sick of kowtowing to men who wanted her to do whatever they desired. She’d been beaten, terrorized, raped, and used. What more was there?
A kidnapping seemed so tame in comparison.
Yep. A therapist would have a field day with her.
“I don’t care who you see, but I’m looking out for Jared’s best interests.”
She studied him. “Why would Jared care who I’m seeing? And how do you know I’m even seeing a therapist?”
“It wouldn’t be wise if you weren’t,” he said.
“Do you see a therapist?”
“I do. In a way.” Was there something suggestive in his voice?
Nah, she had to be imagining it. If there was, it definitely wasn’t as obvious as his scowl/eye twitch.
That had been mind-blowing.
“Maybe I need that sort of therapy,” she mused.
“You definitely don’t,” he said sharply as he gave her a look.
Huh. She wondered what that was about?
“You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?”
This time she was certain she’d shocked him. His lips parted the tiniest millimetre.
All right. This might be her new favorite hobby.
See if she could make North no-idea-of-his-last-name lose his composure. It could take her a while to see a fully blown emotion on his face.
But, hey, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere.
This is so unfair. What did I ever do in this life to deserve this treatment?
She really didn’t think she’d done anything to deserve the shit that kept getting thrown her way.
Maybe in her previous life she’d been an evil overlord or something.
Concentrate on breaking North.
You don’t have time to break down and wallow in fear and the unfairness of your life. If you’re going to get out of here, you need to plan, to be smart.
Was she going to get out of here? If she did, she didn’t think she could live alone again.
Seemed like there was so much evil in the world that she’d be better off living out with her sister, her brother-in-law and his band of merry men and one whack job woman. She adored Honey, but she was a complete nutjob.
She’d be the first to say it too.
Maybe Zander was right to build a compound and house his family in a bunker. Look at what had happened to her after a few days of living out in the real world.
She’d been kidnapped.
“Sensitive? I’m . . . sensitive?” he repeated.
“Yeah, you’re sensitive. Everything I say you take offense to. You should learn to just let some things go. If I want to try your kind of therapy, then that’s what I’ll do. Frankly, you don’t really have a say in anything I do.”
“The lock on the door and the key in my pants says something different.”
“Hmm. The key is in your pants, huh?” She gazed down at his crotch.
“My back pocket,” he drawled. “And no, you’re not getting your grubby little hands on it.”
“Hey! Rude. I had a shower this morning. It is still the same day as you took me, right?”
“Actually, it’s the next day. You slept a long time.”
She had? Sheesh.
She guessed she hadn’t been sleeping that well lately. Although she’d thought she wouldn’t sleep soundly in a dungeon. Even if the bed was comfortable.
“Were you concerned? Were you worried that I wouldn’t wake up and then Jared would be mad at you?”
“Why would Jared be mad at me?” he asked curiously.
“Because he ordered you to kidnap me and I died.”
She still didn’t understand what Jared wanted with her. She didn’t think that she was of any use to him now. And why come after her all these years later?
Maybe because this is the first time he’s been able to get to you?
It could be that he’s been secretly in love with you this entire time. Maybe this is Romeo and Juliet.
Hmm. No. They both ended up dead.
What about Heathcliff and Catherine?
Nope. That ended in disaster too.
Yikes.
Rhett and Scarlett?
This was starting to sound ridiculous.
This is why she stuck to romance. Happy-Ever-After guaranteed. There wasn’t much in life that was guaranteed. But that was.
“Why are you muttering about Heathcliff and Romeo?” he asked. “Are you well? Do you take pills? There was nothing I found in your house that indicated any illness. Physical or . . . otherwise.”
“Are you trying to say I’m crazy?” she demanded.
“I’m sure that doctors aren’t allowed to use labels like ‘crazy,’” he told her.
“I notice that you say that doctors aren’t allowed to use those sorts of labels, but you’re saying nothing about yourself,” she said.