Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,28

ask, incredulous at this man who got me all excited back at the bar... but who is now ruining everything.

I fumble around for my phone and then realize he must’ve put my purse with my luggage in the trunk. Shit.

“Are you taking me somewhere?” I know my voice is high-pitched and anxious but that’s because I am anxious.

He takes a minute before answering, “I am.”

I may have been turned on by him earlier—with his sexy cheekbones and perfect nose and strong-arms but those mushy feelings are long gone.

Now I am just plain confused.

“Pull over. I need to get my phone.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” he tells me.

“That’s not gonna what? I’m Justine Van De—”

He cuts me off. “I know who you are, remember?”

“Okay, then do you know I’m supposed to be at The Landmark?” I try to unlock the car doors but they’re locked and I can’t open them.

This is not happening.

He nods, clucking his tongue.

He literally clucks his tongue at me.

“You’re not going to The Landmark tonight, darlin’.”

“Do not darlin’ me,” I screech. Reaching through the partition I try to grab at him.

Not exactly sure what I’m going to grab onto. Grabbing his hand could cause him to spin the wheel and take us off the road. I could strangle him to death and then what? He might crash into a massive pine tree.

The ideas are terrible, but they don’t even matter because he just uses a lever and pushes up the divider, my hand getting caught between it. I’m not stupid enough to get my hand chopped off by some lunatic limo driver, so I pull it back and listen to the partition move up into place.

I tried to use the switch on the door to open the divider but it’s locked. So are the back windows.

I bang on the partition shouting at him to let me out. He does nothing.

And I can’t even see him because it’s a blacked out window.

He just keeps driving.

I have no idea where he’s taking me and I have no way to get out of this car.

All I know is I’m supposed to be losing my virginity tonight to the highest bidder and instead I’ve been kidnapped by some rogue, bearded, mountain man.

Chapter 5

Ryder

It wasn’t supposed to be so goddamn dramatic, but Justine hollering in the backseat is making my blood boil... and doubt to course through my veins.

I didn’t think this all the way through. Like what might happen if I got caught with this heiress. I also never thought how she might feel about being kidnapped.

My mind focused on one thing and one thing alone: an innocent woman like her should not be sold to a man like Luther.

I came to the auction tonight to see if Luther was there… I just had to see.

Him... but also her.

Ever since I saw Justine on the television screen I’ve felt drawn to her, felt a need to protect her, look over her.

So when I saw Luther at the bar, I tried to buy a ticket to Justine’s auction, but it was sold out. And it turns out I would have needed to do a shit ton of paperwork a week ago, which I hadn’t.

I hadn’t realized how badly I would need to make sure Justine was safe until I saw her at the bar.

How badly I would feel the need to keep her away from Luther and his demeaning attitude toward women—he wouldn’t understand a strong woman like Justine. He wouldn’t respect her.

And she deserves a hell of a lot more than that.

To say he’s a creep is an understatement. Six months ago I came to his place and he dragged me around, taking me on a tour to see his BDSM dungeon. Whips and red velvet and leather. All that kinky shit.

It may be a fantasy for some people—but Justine has never even had a man inside her. She certainly can’t go from nothing to Luther overnight.

It makes me sick thinking about it. It’s one thing if she wanted that. Hell, I’ll pull out the blindfold and tie her to the bedpost if she wants, but Luther isn’t the kind of man who considers the woman he is with.

And I knew from the moment Luther saw the television spot about Justine’s auction, that Luther wouldn’t stop unless he had her.

I think she deserves more.

At least, that is what I thought before I saw her in person.

Now I know she deserves more.

She deserves everything.

That woman is so damn beautiful. Her eyes open with