Macey woke to being watched. It wasn’t something new. Most days she woke to find her captor sitting on a chair outside her cell watching her with a dreamy smile on his face that never failed to make her shiver …
It all started with seven little words. I want to sit next to you. That’s what Macey had said to him the day they’d met. It had been at a mutual friend’s wedding, he’d been watching everyone dance because he …
Helplessness. Hopelessness. How many days had she been here? By Macey’s calculations, and all she had to go on was the number of meals she’d been brought, she’d been here for at least four days now. The here was half …
He’d been up since midnight the day before, going on twenty-seven hours now, and he’d only gotten three hours sleep before that. Middle of the night phone calls went with the job, in his going on nine years as a …
Macey pulled her phone from her purse when it buzzed with a message. Was it him? Was he calling to cancel? It had been so long since she’d been on a date, and she’d never been on a blind date …
