Page 64 of A Captive Situation

Except the closet door swung open.

Sawyer wasn’t in the bathroom.

She was staring right at me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sawyer

Oh my god!

There was a man in my closet.

I opened my mouth to scream. He got to me first, his hand clamping over my mouth, and he jerked us around so I was pushed up against the wall. From the movement, we went fast, but he wrapped his other arm around my neck to cushion the impact. My head didn’t smash up against the wall, but his body pinned me in place.

That’s when rational thinking returned, and I sagged in relief because it was only Jake.

My eyes went wide.

Only.Jake.

I tensed all over again.Jake found me!

He had been waiting, his head cocked, his eyes narrowed. “Are you going to scream?”

I bit down on the inside of his hand, and when he barely reacted, I growled, shoving him off me. “Asshole.”

Holy. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my heart pumping like crazy. It needed to slow down.

Jake moved back another step, folding his arms as he watched me try to calm myself down from a fucking panic attack. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Surprised to see me?”

I glared at him, panting. “If I knew fifty different languages, I’d be cursing you in all of them. What were you thinking? Hiding in my closet! It’s the first place someone hides.”

“You’d rather I hid under your bed?”

“Maybe,” I growled back. “Then I could’ve jumped real hard on the mattress and hopefully squashed you.”

His eyes flashed, getting hard, and he was in my space once again. I was pushed back to the wall, and he was leaning over me.

I wanted to shove him back, but I figured if I touched him, he’d grab my arms and pull some twisty half-ninja move and somehow I’d just regret it. I huffed, my shoulders slumping down.

“Why did you open the closet door if you were going to be scared by someone being in there?”

“Because I didn’t think it was true! I didn’t really think someone was in my closet. Just like when you’re a kid, you’re pretty sure there isn’t a monster under your bed so you get up and turn the light on, and then look. And they’re never there. Same thought process. But you were in there! I just lost five years of my life.” I raised my hands, only to press against his chest, and they stayed there.

Fuck.

He was so warm.

And strong.

And solid.

And not a killer waiting to slit my throat. Or I didn’t think.

I eyed him. “Are you going to kidnap me again?”

His gaze turned fierce and he leaned in again. “Princess—”

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