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of things and a vandalized car.”
“And that’s not enough to go on,” Marc threw in. He stood and backed off a pace from where she sat next to Colt. He braced his feet apart and crossed his arms.
She inwardly rolled her eyes at his alpha positioning. “So I’m stuck here. Unable to do anything for myself?” She tried to swallow back the panic but her voice cracked and hitched on the last word.
“Is that how you feel, Mia?” Marc’s expression closed off. He rocked back on his heels and steadied his dark gaze on her.
“Stuck?” Colt spit the word out and it hung between them like a grenade ready to go off any second.
The blood drained from Mia’s face. She was pretty sure if she could see her reflection she’d be a pasty white instead of the caramel color she normally sported. She didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. They’d done so much for her already, but to have all control ripped from her grasp—it was like returning to her childhood where nothing was in her control.
Mia lowered her eyes to her knotted fingers. She retraced the path Marc had outlined with his thumb along the inside of her palm. Her skin was clammy despite the cool cabin. Her blood thundered in her ears and she inhaled to calm herself jittery nerves before speaking.
“ Lo siento , really…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that, running off to Mexico seems a little extreme.” How would they understand? They had no clue about her struggles or messed-up life and she didn’t think now was the time for a session of couch therapy.
Marc closed his eyes a moment and a calm settled over his features. He worked the muscles in his shoulder in a slow roll, and everything in her reacted with a jolt of unexpected need. It was pure torture and pleasure to watch the cotton of his T-shirt outline the body she wanted to get her hands up against.
“Mia,” He drew her name out with a lazy drawl and she raised her eyes from his mouth watering broad shoulders and well-formed pecs to meet his gaze. She bit her lower lip to hold back the smile that pulled at her mouth. Busted.
“Where we’re going Colt and I won’t have to worry about anyone finding you.” He sank to one knee in front of her and pinned her with a serious look, and all her humor dissipated.
“I’m more worried about why you’re trying to ditch us. Let us help you, Mia. How many times do we have to say it? We’re not going anywhere and we’re sure as hell not going to let anything happen to you.”
Marc and Colt locked their gazes on her in a combination of hellfire and molten lava with ribbons of worry tying them together.
A small gasp escaped her lips and she sat back in her chair. “You’re serious.” Both men rose to their full height, towering over her like two warriors in protection mode. Marc bent, flicked the seat belt she’d knotted in her hands to the side, palmed a wrist and hauled her to her feet.
“Oh, very much so, darling.”
“No doubts.”
Tucked into Marc’s embrace, Mia looked to him to elaborate, but he didn’t answer, just gave her his signature no comment stare so she let the heat burning in the golden specks of his eyes serve as her answer. Whether they lied or not.
“I think it’s about time we show you how serious we are, Mia.” Her lips parted and heat coiled low in her belly from Colt’s words. Could she give herself over to two men? Hell yeah, she could, but when this was all over, would she just as easily walk away?
Mia took a deep breath. Either way, after today—tonight—nothing would ever be the same again, just like Colt had said.
Her blood thundered in her ears and the butterflies switched up their cha cha cha to a rowdy cheerleader number full of flips and cartwheels.
Marc anchored his fingers deep in her hair and tightened his grip. Her eyes closed and she groaned from the slight tug against her scalp. Her back bowed slightly, pushing her butt into Colt’s awaiting palms and her breasts into
“And that’s not enough to go on,” Marc threw in. He stood and backed off a pace from where she sat next to Colt. He braced his feet apart and crossed his arms.
She inwardly rolled her eyes at his alpha positioning. “So I’m stuck here. Unable to do anything for myself?” She tried to swallow back the panic but her voice cracked and hitched on the last word.
“Is that how you feel, Mia?” Marc’s expression closed off. He rocked back on his heels and steadied his dark gaze on her.
“Stuck?” Colt spit the word out and it hung between them like a grenade ready to go off any second.
The blood drained from Mia’s face. She was pretty sure if she could see her reflection she’d be a pasty white instead of the caramel color she normally sported. She didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. They’d done so much for her already, but to have all control ripped from her grasp—it was like returning to her childhood where nothing was in her control.
Mia lowered her eyes to her knotted fingers. She retraced the path Marc had outlined with his thumb along the inside of her palm. Her skin was clammy despite the cool cabin. Her blood thundered in her ears and she inhaled to calm herself jittery nerves before speaking.
“ Lo siento , really…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that, running off to Mexico seems a little extreme.” How would they understand? They had no clue about her struggles or messed-up life and she didn’t think now was the time for a session of couch therapy.
Marc closed his eyes a moment and a calm settled over his features. He worked the muscles in his shoulder in a slow roll, and everything in her reacted with a jolt of unexpected need. It was pure torture and pleasure to watch the cotton of his T-shirt outline the body she wanted to get her hands up against.
“Mia,” He drew her name out with a lazy drawl and she raised her eyes from his mouth watering broad shoulders and well-formed pecs to meet his gaze. She bit her lower lip to hold back the smile that pulled at her mouth. Busted.
“Where we’re going Colt and I won’t have to worry about anyone finding you.” He sank to one knee in front of her and pinned her with a serious look, and all her humor dissipated.
“I’m more worried about why you’re trying to ditch us. Let us help you, Mia. How many times do we have to say it? We’re not going anywhere and we’re sure as hell not going to let anything happen to you.”
Marc and Colt locked their gazes on her in a combination of hellfire and molten lava with ribbons of worry tying them together.
A small gasp escaped her lips and she sat back in her chair. “You’re serious.” Both men rose to their full height, towering over her like two warriors in protection mode. Marc bent, flicked the seat belt she’d knotted in her hands to the side, palmed a wrist and hauled her to her feet.
“Oh, very much so, darling.”
“No doubts.”
Tucked into Marc’s embrace, Mia looked to him to elaborate, but he didn’t answer, just gave her his signature no comment stare so she let the heat burning in the golden specks of his eyes serve as her answer. Whether they lied or not.
“I think it’s about time we show you how serious we are, Mia.” Her lips parted and heat coiled low in her belly from Colt’s words. Could she give herself over to two men? Hell yeah, she could, but when this was all over, would she just as easily walk away?
Mia took a deep breath. Either way, after today—tonight—nothing would ever be the same again, just like Colt had said.
Her blood thundered in her ears and the butterflies switched up their cha cha cha to a rowdy cheerleader number full of flips and cartwheels.
Marc anchored his fingers deep in her hair and tightened his grip. Her eyes closed and she groaned from the slight tug against her scalp. Her back bowed slightly, pushing her butt into Colt’s awaiting palms and her breasts into
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