desk chair.
Jade rubbed her wrist, picked up the pajama top and headed slowly for the bathroom with Max close behind her. She stood in the doorway and looked at him. “Can I take a shower?”
He gave her a long hard look. “Pull another stunt like you did earlier and you stay cuffed, period.”
Holding her tongue, she closed the door. As soon as she stood alone in the tiny bathroom, she pulled the fork from her bra and set it on the sink. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Okay, she’d have to at least run the shower, or he’d get suspicious. What the hell, it might wake her up. She looked around for a hanger, but of course there wasn’t one.
There was, however, a hook on the back of the door, and Jade stripped off her clothes and hung them up. There were two bath towels on the rack, and she wrapped one around herself then quickly brushed her teeth, as aware that her kidnapper was standing only a few feet away as if there were a window in the door. She stepped to the shower and adjusted the water.
MAX LEANED AGAINST the wall opposite the bathroom door. He closed his eyes, listening to her move behind the thin walls and thinner door of the bathroom. Oddly, he got a little excited imagining how she looked as she hung her clothes on the back of the door. When the water began in the shower, his thoughts took an even more vivid turn. He pictured her bending over, turning the faucets…
He shook off the thought, angry at himself and his idiot libido. To say now was not the time was a major understatement. Five minutes, ten, and he could finally sleep. Christ, maybe it had been a mistake, grabbing her. He should have just let Peter keep digging.
Too late for should haves. He’d run out of options. She was his only hope, and, assuming she wasn’t up to her eyeballs in it, she had to believe him. He wished he had more.
None of it mattered to Werner. Or his wife. His grandchildren. They’d lost him, all because Werner had tried to do the right thing. Max was sure the man had had evidence. He wouldn’t have approached Max on a hunch alone.
But now his own course was set. Tomorrow, if not tonight, the powers-that-be would realize Jade was missing and that his car had been abandoned in the mall parking lot.
And he thought things were bad now.
Max laughed without humor. He wished he could call his father and reassure him, but even if the police hadn’t tapped that phone yet, Geotech probably had.
The sound of the shower lulled him, and he let his eyes close again, imagining the steam rising from Jade’s shoulders, her wet hair streaming darkly across her breasts….
His eyes clicked open and he realized the shower was no longer running. He’d fallen asleep standing up and had no idea how long he’d been out of it. At least the bathroom door was still closed.
He heard her move around, probably drying herself, then slipping into the pajama top. He should give her the bottoms, too. Hell, he didn’t need the distraction of her long bare legs.
The door opened, and he had a view of green eyes surrounded by dark ringlets of damp hair, surprisingly tanned flesh and the soft curve of breasts peeking from the V-neck of his pajamas. He blinked at the vision as she drove forward with all her strength, slamming him against the wall and stabbing at his face with a fork.
Max’s left hand came up reflexively and the four tines dug into his forearm. He swung his right fist upward, caught himself at the last second and grabbed her wrist, then twisted until she let go of her makeshift weapon with a sharp animal cry.
Ignoring his pain, he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder, then carried her across the room as he felt her stretch to reach the gun at his waist. He threw her on the bed, then turned and smoothly plucked the handcuffs from the chair arm and turned back to her.
Jade scrambled to regain her feet, but he pushed her back onto the bed and straddled her, fighting for control of her left arm. She tried to hit him again, but he managed to secure one cuff on her wrist and quickly snapped the other end to the brass headboard, then stood, panting, as she struggled for a second and then gave up in despair.
“Please,” she said, gasping for air.
His eyes dark with fury, his breathing ragged, he said, “I wish you hadn’t done that.”
MAX CAME OUT of the bathroom bare-chested, a strip of fabric tied clumsily around his arm, the gun in his other hand. The pajama bottoms rode low on his hips, and his stomach was flat and well defined.
Although he still had a five-o-clock shadow, she could see that his chin was a strong support for the rest of his face and that even haggard, he was a good-looking guy.
He eyed her intently, then walked to the other side of the room to the table. After a moment’s hesitation he put the gun down. Running a hand through his dark wet locks, he approached her as she lay on her side on the bed. Anger lingered in his gaze as it locked with hers.
“Sit up.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
His look made her struggle to a sitting position, her heart pounding, her breath trapped in her throat. She knew she’d really pissed him off. “What are you going to do?”
“Frisk you.”
She swallowed, trying to clear the way for air. “I don’t have anything else. No weapons. No forks.”
“For your sake, I hope not.”
“This is hardly necessary.” She mumbled as he placed his hands on her shoulders, then eased them down to her ribcage. She held her breath as his fingers grazed the outside curves of her breasts.
Her face heated as he continued his search, touching her sides, her back, the curve of her behind.
“Okay,” he said, stepping back and yanking down the covers. “Go ahead and lie down.”
“But I—”
“That wasn’t a request.” His mouth set in a grim line, he hardly looked receptive to argument.
She did as he asked and, to her surprise, he tucked the covers around her shoulders. She stayed quiet and watched him move about the small area, turning off lights, then saw him approach as a darker shadow in the night. He crawled across her, touching her as little as possible, and snuggled in under the covers himself.
She shrunk away from him but he didn’t seem to notice. In seconds his breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Sleep refused to come so easily to her. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, replaying the day in her mind, wondering if she couldn’t have done something, anything to have stopped this before it had started.
She wondered if her father was still awake. He’d undoubtedly missed her when she hadn’t returned to the house. Had he called the police? The FBI? Had he told them she’d been stalked?
She peered over at the man beside her. What if Max Travis wasn’t the madman he appeared to be? Despite her escape attempts, he hadn’t molested her or really harmed her in any way.
Once they were in the cabin, she hadn’t felt terribly
