“You kidnapped me, didn’t you?” I slap my hands down on the seat. Anger is way better than fear. I’m going to go with that emotion instead. “I cannot believe this! Kidnapping is not supposed to happen in the real world! It’s bad enough it happened to Teagan! This is not a club I want to join! It’s not even civilized, Colin!”
He frowns at me like I’m the lunatic. “I didn’t kidnap you, don’t be ridiculous.” He gets out of the car and comes around to get my door. “Just come inside and then I’ll bring you to Mick.”
I glare up at him as he stands in the open doorway. “He didn’t tell you to get me, did he?”
“Could you please come inside with me?”
Part of me is saying I should shut the door and lock myself inside. Another part is telling me to run, run, run for a populated area. But the look on his face is speaking to another part of me; the part that sees a vulnerability there and nothing at all that looks like trouble.
“If I come with you, are you going to rape me?”
“Do you really think I’m capable of something like that?”
“Not before, but right now, I’m not so sure what you’re capable of. This is kidnapping. I wouldn’t have called you a kidnapper before.”
“It’s not kidnapping. Jesus.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I just wanted to show you something without anyone else seeing it.”
“Is it your junk?”
He laughs and growls at the same time. “No, for God’s sake, it’s not my junk. If I wanted to show you the money I would have done it a long time ago.”
“I’ve only known you a few weeks,” I say, almost ready to put my foot outside the door.
“Like I said. I would have shown you a long time ago.” His sexy look is back and it’s not scary at all.
I swing my legs out and hold my hand up. “Help me out of this stupid kidnapping mobile. It’s too low to the ground.”
He takes my hand and acts like a complete gentlemen helping me out and shutting the door behind me. Maybe I should be more nervous about the death march I’m probably about to take, but I’m not. I’m kind of excited about what might be behind the curtain. Or the door, I guess. He’s leading me to the door of a building. For the first time since our arrival, I notice what the place is.
“This is an art gallery,” I say.
“Yes, it is. You’re very observant.”
“Shut up.” I step up over the curb and stop in front of the door. “Are you seriously taking me to look at art? Is there such a thing as a kidnapping date?”
“First of all, it’s not a date. And second of all it’s not a kidnapping. And third of all…”
“Third of all, my ass. I’ve been kidnapped. Don’t try and take that away from me.” I step up to the door and wait for him to open it.
“What, is that like earning some kind of medal? To be kidnapped?”
“Well, I’ll tell you what … when I get back to the real world and I tell them about how you threw me in the car and I fought you off with my bare hands and handed you your ass on a platter, it’s going to be.”
“You’d better not tell anyone that,” he says grinning. “Rebel will kill me.”
“I think it’s Mick you’re going to have to worry about. He’s supposed to be my date tonight.”
Colin pauses with his hand on the door. “I don’t give a shit what that little asshole thinks.”
I frown at him. “What’s the deal with you two? Why all the bro-hate? You guys are blood. What happened to brotherly love and all that stuff?”
“I don’t like what he does or what he stands for, so let’s just leave it at that.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, sir, we are not going to just leave it at that.” I cross my arms. “Tell me the details. I’m drooling here.”
“After I show you the money,” he says, smiling and opening the door. A blast of air conditioning hits me in the bare arms, making me get goosebumps.
“I knew it. You’re going to show me your junk in here, aren’t you?” I step into the bright interior, trying to keep my eyes on him and not trip in the entrance at the same time.
“Nah.” He lets the door swing shut behind him. Leaning down so he can whisper in my ear, he says, “I’m going to show you my heart and soul.”