Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,66

woman think she was toeing the line. No more blind dates. From now on, Libby was free to be herself whether her mother liked it or not.

Chapter 28

Monday morning, Libby was in her kitchen sipping her first cup of coffee when a knock sounded at the door. She groaned, hoping it wasn’t another damn gift from Eddie. The man hadn’t sent her anything or even texted in over a week and she’d let her guard down.

Libby shuffled slowly toward the door. She should have taken Jason up on his offer to spend the night last night. The only reason she hadn’t was because she knew he needed to get to work early today, and she hadn’t wanted him to do so on only two hours of sleep. Because the truth was, if she’d stayed, they wouldn’t have slept at all.

She was thinking about the way he’d stripped her naked and taken her over his knees when they got back to his house. The feel of his palm on her bottom lingered to this morning, a delicious sensation that had led to one of the best orgasms of her life.

With a smile on her lips, she opened the front door.

Two men stood there. They were huge and dressed in mostly black. Black jeans and T-shirts and boots. They looked fierce and daunting.

“Can I help—”

The one closest to the door flattened his hand on it and pushed it the rest of the way open. Without a word, he stepped inside, his friend behind him.

“Hey, what are you doing?” She jumped back, her coffee sloshing over the edge of the mug to burn her hand. When the men shut the door behind them, she dropped the mug entirely. It shattered, hot coffee splashing her bare legs.

Libby screamed. “Fuck! Get out of here. Who the hell are you?”

The slightly larger of the men grabbed her arm and hauled her toward him, lifting her almost off the floor.

She stopped breathing as she met his menacing glare. Just when she thought he might speak, the second guy grabbed her other arm and held it tight in his grip. She twisted her neck just in time to watch him jab a needle into her biceps.

Full-on panic filled her, and she jerked hard to get away from the men. She screamed as loud as she could, but the first man covered her mouth with his enormous hand.

Her heart raced, and sweat beaded on her forehead. Who the hell were these guys? What did they want from her? She kicked at the man’s shins, but her efforts were futile. She was far too small to compete with them, and whatever the man had injected her with was taking effect. She was fading.

She struggled as hard as she could, like a rag doll in the hands of a giant. Fear like nothing she’d ever experienced filled her veins, and then the world went black.

Chapter 29

Jason was standing in Tank’s office that afternoon when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it without looking. When he was at work, most of the calls that came in were from unknown numbers anyway. Since he was always juggling several clients, he didn’t have the luxury of screening calls. “Jason Nixon.”

“Jason, it’s Christa. Have you talked to Libby today?” Her voice sounded urgent. No, she was freaked out.

Jason instinctively put the phone on speaker. “No. Not since she left my house last night. Is everything okay?”

“No. I don’t think so. I got home a few minutes ago, and she’s not here. Something’s wrong. Jason, I’m freaking out. Something is terribly wrong.” Her voice rose every few seconds.

Tank stood and came closer. Sweets and Kraft must have heard them also because they came up behind Jason.

“What makes you think something’s wrong, Christa?”

“I knew as soon as I walked in the door. It wasn’t locked, and the entryway is covered with coffee. The mug is shattered all over the tile.”

Jason’s heart stopped. “Did you try calling her?”

“Yes,” she wailed. “Her phone is on the kitchen table, and so is her purse. She didn’t take her car or anything. Jason, I think someone took her.”

“Fuck,” Jason muttered. “Get back in your car, okay? I’ll be right there.”

Tank grabbed his keys. “Let’s go.” He all but shoved Jason out of his office toward the door. “I’ll drive.”

Jason could not process what was happening. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was leaving the office with his coworkers but nothing else.

“I’ll take